Last night, when we were taking my dad's trailer back to him, the light came on that there was something wrong with my boyfriend's brakes.

We get to the gas station (cause it is on E *again*) and he crawls up under it to see if he can see something wrong... and there's a crack in the brake line.  *sigh* 

It's the only vehicle I've got to drive right now, and I don't like the thought of driving it like that.  But I've really got no choice, until he can get my car fixed, which he can't do until Saturday.

Add to that he's got to get the brake-line fixed ASAP because the truck is on e-bay, and he's already got several very interested people who are making noises about coming up to look at it, and we've got ourselves another conundrum.

I've got to work today from 12-4:30, then meet Eddie at the lawyer's office, then come back here for him to try to work on the truck tonight.  Luckily I don't have to work tomorrow, but if he doesn't get it fixed in the next two days, I'm pretty much screwed since I've got to work on Friday, and if I call in, I'll probably lose my job.

*Pulls my hair out*  What a mess! I'll probably update some more on this today, I'm not sure.  Depends on if I have time.

Until then, take care, my loverlies, and I love y'all like double-chocolate fudge cake!!