The red station wagon after sitting many many weeks in the driveway has been moved to the mechanic’s to troubleshoot the transmission problem. After that, eradicating the mold and fugus that grew on the ungodly amount of food we left in the car. Every crumb has become a science experiment. I swear when I opened the door a french fry asked, “Are we there yet?” I am so disappointed in myself for allowing that to happen!
