Yeah. You read that right. My dang car caught fire.
In the daycare parking lot (which seems to be a curse for my car), I turned the ignition (which I have to do in neutral now b/c it won't start in 'park' - won't even go into 'park' ever.), and there was a loud pop, a sizzle, and smoke started pouring out of the seams in the hood. Small electrical fire.
And you know what. I was so mad, so pissed, that I stood there and let it burn out, then I started the freaking thing and drove it home. Ha! Damn car. I have no idea if it will start again. Hub, of course, is out of town, and my kid might be stuck at daycare.
As some of you might remember, the thing has been giving me trouble for a while now. It does have 140,000 miles, and I always said I'd drive it until it died . . . Oy. I'm screwed. Can't buy a new car right now. Can't buy new car means can't take kid to daycare. No day care means no big word-counts.