Then, John and his Dad set about to fixing my truck. It died on my way home about 3 weeks ago (lol, had to tow it a whole half mile) and we've been racking our brains to figure out what was wrong. The fuel pump! I was a little nervous on letting John tackle replacing the fuel pump, (think code monkey-not grease monkey) but his dad and our friend Nate jumped in on the task. And she runs smooth and beautifully now! Not that there was a doubt, but when your husband wakes you saying they took OFF the truck bed, it tends to raise an eyebrow. Kinda scary now that I know the bed is only held on by 8 bolts...yeah, just 8.
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4 comments:
Wow thats insane! Poor penny! I freaked when I read this! I'm glad she's okay!
So it was the fuel pump huh? That means John was right.... lets keep this to ourselves...
Hmmmmmm....you post a comment on the blog and want to keep ot to yourself? That is the best joke I've heard all day!!!
My typo is the next best thing...j/k. I meant to say "it", not "ot"
lol...I think he already knows he was right...besides I help diagnose the problem.
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