I have a few movies that I can watch over and over and over again. I never get tired of them. I never get bored with them. I can quote them verbatim and describe any scene with my eyes closed. One of those movies is Runaway Bride. I laugh at all the corny jokes every time I see it. It drives my husband crazy.
This week, however, things relating to the word "Runaway" have been anything but funny. In a recent post I told you how excited I was over getting a new Jeep. My excitement waned when the accelerator stuck and the Jeep ran away with me, thus contributing to my bad week. Luckily, I got it stopped just before it took me out on the highway in morning traffic.
The next morning the Jeep ran away with my husband, resulting in a trip into the snow bank. The morning after that, the Jeep ran away with the mechanic. Not sure of the whole story on that one, but apparently it was good for him to see. He replaced the throttle cable and now I'm back in business!