band-aid

tensions are rising in the household...did i mention that between the three of us we have only one car to drive? this usually means that if your plans are not discussed with all parties before daybreak, we have a problem. at least one--sometimes two--of us will be forced into what we now call "house arrest" (you get the picture). i recall one such sentencing where my mom ended up having to walk half a mile in the middle of a hot summer's day to get medicine for her aggravating ear ache. anyhow, we thought that maybe it would be a wise idea to put a band-aid on this whole situation...you know, to buy us some more time while we search for a new car. so in an effort to stop the bleeding, we now have a family friend's piece of crap in our driveway. lets just say that this is the automobile on the road that can't seem to get laid. this morning, my mom rushes off to work (late as usual) and discovers that the car won't start. engine dead. so there goes my dad out the door, lexus keys in hand, and fuming all the way, for this was an unexpected carpool trip that he is not happy aboutl. i guess it's time to change the band-aid.