
I got ready for work this morning, piled on my winter coat and gloves and hurried to my car, because it was a chilly 26 degrees out this morning. (If it is going to be that cold, could mother nature at least reward us with snow and a snow day?!) I put the key in my ignition, and my car would not even turn over. The battery was as dead as a door nail, as my grandma would say. With Darrell out of town and Mom on her way downtown on the DART train, it was Grandma to the rescue! She quickly hurried over to my apartment so that I could jump my car. Before we knew it, the jumper cables were hooked up and my car was running! Thanks, Grandma for saving the day!




