That was eventful

hokay, so.

Mom, the kids and myself were just out for a lovely drive to Joylynn's place via downtown to see the lights. Unfortunately we never made it there. I guess the serpentine belt on the van slipped off or something anyway there were battery lights and the-engine-is-way-too-hot lights coming on and dinging and the power steering was gone and the kids were screaming and fireworks were shooting out of the back tires and hundreds of caribou were stampeding though waterfront and SWAT teams were coming down out of the trees ALL AROUND US!!!!! Well.... three out of seven ain't bad... that's nearly half. So, anyway, we pulled into a parking lot. Mom was pretty stressed so the kids were kinda freaked. Cameron was almost in tears because he thought we were never getting home, which ya know if we couldn't call anyone to come get us or come fix the van and our feet were cut off so we couldn't walk home and the river was, like, the ocean... he'd pretty much be right. So there we were, children of the streets, living day to day with little hope and even less Applebees 9oz. house sirloins with garlic mashed potatoes and seasonal vegetables. We had to survive somehow so we left mom to defend the van if needed with her karate chop action and we ventured off to forage for food. Which turned out to be easy enough since across the parking lot, through the bushes, across another parking lot, a couple sidewalks, a street and ANOTHER parking lot there was a seven eleven. Once we braved the crosswalk and stumbled into the store half dead from starvation I gave the kids six bucks to purchase the essentials: gummy candies, airheads, a slurpie and candy bars. On the way back to the van we decided that we should be children of the sidewalks since the streets were wet, dark and kind of full of traffic. No sooner had we piled back into the van and started into our bounteous feast when Joylynn came a-riding though the rain in her valiant black steed... I mean, truck. WE WERE SAVED!!! Alas... we had to leave Mom, but equipped with that lightning fast karate chop action she should be ok. Dad and Tom went to fix the van and rescue her and Joylynn headed back down after dropping us safe at home because her children wanted to see their Gramma.

Was that a harrowing tale or what? Wow, I tell you what wow.