Well, that was an adventure.*

Thursdays are swim lessons for the younger. 

On our way home this afternoon, I noticed as we got in the car that the rear reading lights were on. "That's weird," says I. And I get younger to turn them off before he buckles and then we're on our way.

We make it about 3/4 of the way home when there is the flash of an error, then ALL the lights flash, then everything dies (including the engine) and I'm left muscling the van over to the (thankfully present) shoulder and coasting to a stop because the brakes don't work without power either apparently.

Hazards do work (thank goodness), so I put us in park and push the turn off button anyway (which makes everything go eerily dark on the dash) and phone hubby. Which goes something like:

Me: Hey. Are you anywhere close to home?

He: I just got home.

Me: Oh. Fantastic. Can you come rescue us?

He: Uh...

Me: Explains the problem and where we are

He: On my way.

So he comes, I've called a tow (45 to 60 minutes, because my call is important to them!) He takes me and (thankfully not freaking out too badly but seriously unhappy) younger home then goes back to sit with the car and wait on a tow.

They'll drag it up to the dealer. And unless it's a super easy fix (which given that I smelled ozone doesn't seem super likely) we're going to be doing the "is it worth it" math, which I just don't want to do.

Hilariously, tonight was to have been the first of the on the calendar, we're seriously about this, dang it, family game nights.

HA. Best laid plans.

*spot the quote