Yesterday I decided to wash the grime off the car, which was apparently a bad idea. Several times on the way to pick up the kids, the door popped open. I thought I hadn't closed it properly, but soon realized that it was
I managed to tie the door closed enough to get home safely, and Troy and I spent some 90 minutes trying to fix it. He took the door panel apart and tried about 43 different things.
Um, yeah. The door is now held closed with a strap around my seat. To enter and exit car, I have to pry myself out of my seat, (and my seat is ALLLLLL the way forward so I can clutch properly), climb over the gearshift and emergency
I am too cheap too pay to have the dang thing fixed since we only need it through the beginning of June.
**Alternate titles for this post include:
We're so ghetto
Pass the duct tape
Seriously? I mean, REALLY?