My husband has a week off with pay.  So we decided (since we can't afford to go anywhere right now) to do the stay-cation thing and just stay home and work on stuff.  Yesterday we (and by we I mean Ron and Owen) worked on our 1974 Jeep CJ5 (wiring) and our 1990 Isuzu Trooper (drive shaft carrier bearing).  Jeep is good now.  He had to rewire the whole thing...but it seems good now.  We finally gave up and took the drive shaft to a shop to be fixed.  Two days.  Great,  Oh well, better than not fixed, I guess.  Cars are such a pain.

In case you are wondering WHY we had to work on the CJ5 wiring, let me tell you the whole sordid story!  So there I am on AZ 51 at 5 pm on a Friday.  And of course I am in the far left lane.  When suddenly black smoke starts pouring out from under the dash.  Next step...try to get into the right land so I can pull over.  The key word there is T R Y.  No one would let me over.  So finally I just had to force my way.  I am thinking "Can't these idiots see the black smoke pouring out of my car?"  Evidently not.  Back to the story.  I finally managed to inch my way into the right lane shoulder.  I try to see where the fire is coming from.  What did I see under the dash, you ask?  Melting, flaming wires!  Actually dripping melted flaming wires all over the floor...which starts the carpet on fire of course. I quickly call 911 (who showed up AMAZINGLY quickly, like less than 5 minutes!).  Within ten minutes I had a motorcycle Highway Patrolman, a fire captain, and a fire truck.  Those guys were so fast and so amazing...not to mention quite hot.  They had the fire out in a couple of minutes.  Then my husband and Owen (his brother) actually DROVE the Jeep home.  Jeeps rule!