I want to go to this so bad. Unless the van gets repaired quickly and economically, it's not going to happen this year either. I am so disappointed. Water pump? Crankshaft? WTF is wrong with it. In defiance and desperation I drove to Target in it this morning anyway to get the motrin for the screaming, molar-affected toddler. On the way home I noticed it was pulling hard to the right as well.
This weekend has sucked on so many levels.
Of course, once we got home, toddler produced the motrin bottle I couldn't find, which prompted the trip. He'd squirrelled it underneath the couch. Ugh.
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