Yesterday Jess and I decided to make chili for dinner because we hadn’t had it for awhile. So we made a list, headed out to the car, and went to the grocery store. Wait, sorry, between “headed out to the car” and “went to the grocery store”, I forgot “sat in parking lot with dead car for a few hours”. Yep, seems our car died. So, since I don’t have all the tools needed (or the experience) we called Jess’ dad to come help. After a bunch of checking we determined it to be a dead battery. So we get jump started and head over to the auto parts store. Upon starting to take out the old battery, we discovered it wasn’t dead, it was broken, and leaking acid (which sizzled when it hit the ground, like some freaky cartoon). What caused it to break? Who knows. Either way, we got a new battery and went on our way, but I’ll tell ya, carrying a battery that’s spilling out acid isn’t as fun as it sounds.
Okay, tomorrow I leave on a business trip so the next entry will be from on the road! 
