In The Zone ~ Auto Zone

I'm not sure if I'm mechanically inclined because I don't "do" car stuff.  That is Mr. Blonde's job.  I like my car to run. I don't even put gas in my car because when Mr. Blonde does it, it makes him feel sexy and useful, just my way of contributing to our steamy relationship. Yes, I'm conveniently helpless.

I've been having car issues this past week. One of the blondies left a door open over night and the battery went dead.  Very, very dead.  

I should mention that while Mr. Blonde is undoubtedly a sweetheart, is the love of my life and provider of greatness, he isn't Toolbox Joe, in fact, we are all better off if he stays away from anything resembling a tool.  He did study mechanical engineering at Vanderbilt as an undergraduate though, so he can often complete simple tasks without major trauma, although we always hold our breath until he is finished.

Let's just move on with the story and say that Mr. Blonde was not able to get the car started by jumping it.  He told me I should go to Auto Zone.

HUH? Auto Zone???? 

Apparently there are people who go to this auto store and can buy parts to fix their own cars! No, REALLY there is!

So, I took Baby Blondie into this Auto Zone place and she instantly went nuts showing me all the different screws and nuts and stuff.  Auto Zone is like a really dirty greasy Home Depot without the gardening section. 

There was a guy who clearly did NOT want to help me when I first approached him. He had that "ugh, blonde chic in distress" look.

I explained my problems and my witty charm must have won him over, because I think he actually warmed up to me. He took me to the section where you can buy these super duper high powered battery charger things.   It kind of looked like a Fisher-Price boom box to me, but if it could get my car running I was game.

Later that evening my hunky Mr. Blonde was able to get the car to start by using the boom box thing!  We let it run for a bit and then put it to bed for the night.  I was so excited to have my car back that it didn't even occur to me that my car might not start the next morning.

GRRRR...

I pulled out the big battery charger boom box thing and hooked it up. Do you have any idea what happens if you attach those things incorrectly?

"Fire Fire Fire Fire"

OK, stop screaming fire... DO something!!  EEEEk, unhook these things!

My car is a bit singed right now but she's on the mend.  I waited for Mr. Blonde to come home before I attempted anything else so that when the explosion occurred it wouldn't be my fault.

Long story short, Mr. Blonde was not able to revive the battery and had to put a new battery in the car today, and now I have my gas guzzling mommy bus back! 

I am one happy Blonde.....  and nothing revs my engine like when Mr. Blonde fixes something for me!!  Wink wink, nudge nudge.....