Hubby & I opened the doors to the SUV yesterday morning and almost gagged. We don’t have any idea how it’s happened, but Kermie’s sprung a leak & she’s taking on water. The carpet on the passenger side was soaked and the smell was horrible.
We call the SUV “Kermie” because if pond-scum were a color, that would be the name of the green of our SUV. It’s a short jump from pond-scum to frogs and from frogs to “Kermit the Frog,” hence the nickname, “Kermie.”
Not only does it look like pond-scum, it now smells like it.
How Kermie sprung a leak is anybody’s guess. It seems to have entered the infamous “break of the month” club. I’m going to see if I can pull up the carpeting and figure out where the water’s coming from and patch the leak.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, hubby & I owned another vehicle that in it’s last days managed to break in some shape or form on a fairly regular basis.
There were days when the only way it would start was if either he or I gave it a push while the other waited for the engine to rev enough so we could pop the clutch and drive off. We were thankful to live at the top of a hill because pushing a car downhill is WAY easier than pushing it up.
And then there was the day when we had to have a button starter installed because the ignition couldn’t be started with a key any more … and no one had replacement parts.
While I dreamed of the day that I’d be able to find a high cliff and push it over the edge, we sold that bad boy for $150 to the first person that made an offer.
I still feel bad for taking that man’s money …
But I’ve digressed.
We need Kermie to hold on until after I graduate next December. Hubby repeats the following under his breath each time he gets into the little thing: “Eighteen more months. Only eighteen more months.”
In the meantime, we’re on the lookout for any nearby high cliffs.