You know, honestly...

...I get blessings that I don't deserve.

We know nothing about cars. We don't. And the only one who does know anything about cars is my father (which, as a Jiffy Lube franchisee and after spending 10 years before that in corporate Q Lube, he should), who is at present traipsing about the Yukon after a moose. Which is another story for another day (kind of like Landon's sweet new ride). Back-up would be my little brother. Who is also in mad pursuit of those elusive creatures through the wilderness of the Yukon (can something the size of a moose be elusive?). But I digress. The point is, when a light comes on telling us something is wrong with the engine, we are VERY concerned.

Took the car in to the dealership this morning, bright and early. They would diagnose it and get back to us. Well, they got back to us. It was fixed. Something was wrong with the software, so [insert mechanical babble here]. They updated the software, [insert more mechanical babble] and it was fixed.

The best part? All it cost us was the $96.17 (with tax) for the diagnostic stuff.

Hallelujah.

Now, if you will excuse me, my son (who is supposed to be napping) is in his room yelling, "BYU COUGARS!" at the top of his lungs....