sometimes "why?" is the only thing to say.

our car is officially cursed. you'd think after owning it for a year and fixing everything conceivably possible, there seriously wouldn't be anything LEFT. welp, leave it to the subi to find something.

we went to leave for our friend's house last night for dinner around 5pm. buckled the girls in. jessa asked me to turn on the ac as i sat in the passenger seat while hubby strapped miley in. so i took the keys, leaned over, put the keys in the ignition (that is where they go, no?), and turned. and nothing. turned again. nothing. i just figured i was in a bad position and the hubby would start it within seconds as he came to sit down.

to make a long, annoying, frustrating story shorter, the steering wheel is demonically locked and does not want to budge. yes, we've jiggled the wheel until it was about to fall off. yes, jacob has looked for an anti-theft thingamajig to unman. yes, he has taken the control panels off. yes, he has hot wired the car to see if starting it would loosen it. nope. nope. nope. aaand nope. ab.so.lute.ly nothing.

so we'll be calling a lock smith tomorrow. if the eee-veel one is attempting to keep us here, he's going to have to try a lot harder than this. mu ah hahaha.

we still managed to make it to our friend's house for dinner...45 mins late and in our truck, but hey, we made it. and it was exactly what we needed after stupidity struck our car like a bolt of lightening from clear skies. sometimes it just makes me wonder, throw my arms up and say "eh - hit me with your best shot!"