This past weekend while Brandon was visiting family in Boston the boy and I headed home to Cinci for a long weekend with my family. Thursday, Friday and Saturday were busy with activity and by Sunday we all were exhausted. Making a final trip to the store Sunday night my sister, mom, and niece all piled into the car and headed out to Walmart. Checking items off our list we loaded our cart and quickly made our way to the check out line in hopes of getting mom home in time to go to church with dad.
Rushing to the car the rain poured down hard and we all felt a little drenched once inside the car. Thankful that we made good time mom turned the key and heard nothing more than click, click, click. She turned to me with a sour face and I fought back a smile. Turning the key again, click, click, click and I stifled a laugh while mom cried out "Crap!". As mom called dad the rain and wind picked up speed and it began to look like a hurricane out the car windows as the rain came down at a slant and the trees that littered the parking lot bent at odd angles.

Plan A was to have dad come and jump the car; however, we decided that we didn't want dad jumping the car in the current weather and called back asking dad to bring the van and just pick us up, plan B. Since dad had Andrew and Kyndahl with him it was decided that dad would leave Kyndahl with Jen and bring the baby. 5 minutes later our plan was shattered as we realized that Amanda's car blocked the van and Amanda held her keys in her purse. Yes, at this point in time I broke into full blown laughter and exclaimed that there would be a Mann Update about this. Planning to possibly have dad pick us up in shifts, in Jen's smaller car, Amanda called her husband Jeff to the rescue.

Of course it would stop raining the minute someone came to get us even though we sat in a humid car for a hour watching the hurricane of a down pour. As Jeff pulled in to save the day the clouds parted, the sun shone brightly, and it was as if the angels sang at his presence: "AAAWWWWWW". hehehe.

We loaded all our Walmart goods in his trunk but unfortunately left no room for Kyndahl's car/booster seat. Since I am the smallest I was volunteered to sit in it for the duration of the car ride home, of course! We all piled into the car and laughed as we noticed that I fit quite nicely in Kyndahl's seat. Making it safely home, thanks to Jeff, we relaxed for the rest of the evening.

The following morning we were up early to head up to Springfield to see the grandparents. Mom and I pulled out in the van at 9:AM with plans to stop at Dunken Donuts on the way for coffee. We made it as far as the top of the hill before puttering to a stop and coasting towards the curb. Unsure if the car would make it even to get coffee we headed home, made a plan B to take two cars and piled into the Escape, the car that had died at Walmart the night before. Click, click, click. Stranded at home we were unable to see grandma and sadly unable to go get coffee. hehehe.

What is it with the Kennedy family and car problems?!