Damn it!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"  That is what my 5 year old grandson said a couple of years ago while we were sitting on the bed putting together his Lego spaceship.  When I looked at him in wonderment, he replied..... "I'm not allowed to say that at home, so I'm going to say it here."  I guess he thinks anything goes at Grandma's house.  (It doesn't!)

Damn it is what I felt like saying today when that same grandson and I went to leave the parking lot at Giant Eagle and my car wouldn't start.   (But I didn't, he has too good of a memory.)  So, my car was towed to the garage to see what the problem is.  The problem  isn't a new battery as the hubby just put one of those in six weeks ago when my car wouldn't start in the McDonald's parking lot.  

Damn it!  Now I have to wait until I can get a ride to the golf course, my quilting class, the studio and the business class.  I hate being dependent.   DAMN IT!