I hate.hate.hate car problems, and today it was only the windshield wipers. But it was raining (mist more than rain, to be truthful). And I was on the highway. Driving fast. With big trucks kicking up lots of dirty rainwater on the windshield. And that little booger decided to just flip over, the back of the wiper was scraping the windshield instead of the front. Using all of my mechanical intelligence, I pulled off the highway onto a country road where I could drive home without the wipers and dump the problem in my husband's lap. He just flipped it back into place.
Aren't you glad I decided to blog every day this month so you can read this enthralling report?
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