For making me laugh

[puddles]

Tonight was like a very poor attempt at comedy for me and my mother. First off, mother wanted me to take her shopping. She suffers from macular degeneration and can't see well enough to drive anymore and depends on me for 99% of her transportation. This said, it may strike some of you as odd that my mother refuses to give up her car since she can't see...that's just my mom...lol Ok on to tonights adventures.

Mother wanted to get gas for her car so we took off for our local shopping area and stopped along the way to get gas. Once we got started again, the car acted like it didn't want to run and I even questioned whether we should take her car back and get mine but we decided to trudge on. We made several stops and with each stop, the fan belt kept making a squeaking noise that kept getting worse. Mind you this car had not been driven for at least 4-6 months, so I figured some squeaks were necessary.

On our way back to mom's, we're within 1 mile of her home and POP! We both jumped like we'd been shot and immediately looked at each other as if to say "WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!" I gazed at the dash and good heavens, there were lights on that I'd never seen before but I quickly assessed that the wonderful squeaky fan belt had blown (actually the temp gauge practically yelled that fact out, it was completely over to HOT. I prayed that we could get on to her house. I hate to admit this but I never even looked as I rounded the turn onto her road at the traffic light (Thank you Lord!) and roared the rest of the way up to her house. Managed to pull intp her driveway and turned the car off (halfway expecting "Old Faithful" to spew from under the hood of the car but was only given a bit of steam). My poor mother by this time was a basket case and her eyes were gigantic! She kept saying "Is the car on fire?!?!?" I was able to reassure her we were ok but I just kept saying "THANK YOU GOD, we're home!!!" Bless her heart, she couldn't find the right key to open her front door she was so frazzled.

Since making it on to my own home, I've had a little while to reflect on this evenings events and marvel at how God kept that old belt together until we were within sight practically of her house. And yes, to laugh. Oh to be a fly on the wall of that car when that belt broke...I bet we both looked like we'd seen a ghost! LOL