Sabbath FAILURE

So, like any true addict, I failed at my Sabbath Manifesto.

But, I had to see?

The seat in Oliver (my little red car) got stuck.  All the way back.  So far back that my abnormally short legs couldn't reach the pedals.  Luckily, I have a really long torso.  Kind of like this guy:

I was able to lean alll the way forward in my seat, clutching wildly at the steering wheel as I drove up to watch  my sister play her harp in a children's program.  Not such a good idea.  Oliver lurched up the street like I was just learning to drive stick-shift.  screeeeeech. vrooooooom.

I live down the street from my destination.  Don't worry.

Natrually, I had to ask Google what was wrong with Oliver.  It was either that or risk hitting small children and old people.  And dogs.  My neighborhood is full of all of them.

Once I was on Google, I figured...it was all over. 

Might as well give up.

I'll try again next week.

I failed.  But, I was only thinking of the children!!!

:)