When you all of the sudden have no dash lights, you know those fabulous back lights that allow you to track your speed in the dark, and your tail lights are evidently out making it necessary to drive home with flashers on, oh and when you leave your keys in the ignition because the hand dandy dinging feature is not working you have a problem.
But not so big of a problem if you are married to an incredible, smart, mechanically minded farmer who just happens to know that it is likely a blown fuse. I was in good shape.
Unfortunately the fuse was not an easy find, cue the fancy fuse tester that I would have probably baulked at buying. Mathew was able to fix our truck and I was one the road home with 15 minutes to spare before his shift started this morning.
Oh and the fender problem? That was when his lovely wife met a guard rail this winter on a very icy evening. He was amazingly comforting that night but we haven't exactly had the resources (you know time, money, cheap parts) to fix it just yet. One step at a time.
Caption: Totally handsome man fixing his wife's ride, priceless.
~the obnoxious farm newlywed ;)
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