Happy New Year!!!!!

Wow! A lot can happen in six months, but then a lot might not happen....  So, I guess I'll settle for somewhere in between.  As I've said before, I life can be quite mundane, but we have our comic relief here and there as we did recently when we thought the spedometer on our van was acting up.

Thursday before Christmas, we had gone to town for lunch with a friend and to pick up some last-minute stocking stuffers. On the way there, I was busy talking and Facebooking, not paying much attention to anything else.  We finished our business and headed home.

A few miles out of town, I happened to glance over to the instrument panel and noticed we were going well over 100, but yet everyone was passing us. I called it to the attention of Mountain Man and we were both flabergasted that our normally dependable vehicle was starting to act up. The next day being Christmas Eve, then Christmas day, we knew there was no chance of getting it looked at before Monday, so we just mosied on home, praying we wouldn't add to the already illumened countryside with more flashing red and blue lights.

On Monday morning, I scheduled an appointment with a dealer in a town near us. Mind you, I had not driven the van since Tuesday before we went to town.  After lunch, we each climbed into the vehicles and headed that way, with Mountain Man leading the way in his truck, I headed toward the highway in the van. I happened to look down at the odometer and remember thinking, "This thing is really going crazy! There's no way we could've rolled 100K in less than a week, especially when we hadn't been any where."  Then it clicked, I checked out the odometer again and sure enough, there was the answer I had suspected...someone (probably our button-punching little Bug) switched from US to Metric and we were registering Kilometers/, not Miles/per hour....

I called the hubs and asked him how fast he was going and our speeds matched up. I said, "Turn at the next mile-section. I fixed the problem." He was flabergasted, but turned anyway. I explained what had happened, but he wanted concrete proof, so I told him to climb in and we took off down the gravel road. After slight discontent expressed by him because he thought I was about to drive 65 mph down a gravel road, I turned around in a drive and headed back to the highway. We drove another mile south so he could see that I wasn't making this up; with his disbeliefs proven unfounded, we turned around and headed back to his truck, then back to the house....

Back in the kitchen, I explained to him that I charged $50/hr, so since it only took me 20 minutes, I'd only charge him $25. He still owes me!