So the other day I discover that my headlights have burned out. Of course I had to find this out when I was on the way to my daughters school to pick her up from a dance.... in the dark. Can you say high beams? Uh yeah. I had no choice.
Anyway, I took it upon my self to replace these headlights and found that it wasn't difficult at all. Probably because it's an older truck. I was so proud of myself. They are all shiny and bright and they even worked when I turned them on if you can believe it. I went in the house all puffed up and feeling good. I washed my hands and started dinner.
A little while later I had to go outside for something. It was dark when I stepped out the door so it was easy to see the headlights shining on the driveway. ACK! I had left the lights on! (The truck is screwy, you can take the keys out and it will still run.) I went inside and grabbed my keys. Praying the whole time that the battery wasn't dead. It didn't work. The battery was about done. It wouldn't start. Talk about deflated! All my work for a dead battery.
On the upside. I did teach myself how to use our battery charger!
Have a great day!
2 comments:
You continue to amaze me. My mother was also a person who would tackle the problem rather than wait for help. My dad called her Rosie for "Rosie The Riviter". One day I came home from school and the refrigerator door was off it's hinge and the panel was off and mother was performing some kind of repair. She took apart razors and radios and anything that needed work. I think that was more common then so you are a real accomplished woman for this day and time.
I don't mean to laugh at you but that is one funny story OGO! I'm so proud of you for doing your lights though. I know that if you take your car to a dealership or a garage they charge you a pretty penny for such a simple task so good for you. Sorry you killed the battery though. It happens to the best of us!
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