So on Friday I discovered that my car was broken into and my airbag was stolen.
I still drove to Mona that evening. We had dinner, did some advanced cuddling and watched Game of Thrones. Everything is going extremely well, next week I get to see what her big surprise birthday present is. I’m pretty sure I know what dinner then post-dinner plans are, she’s given me hints. But she insists that I’m wrong, of course. Whatever they are, I’m sure I’ll be blown away by her thoughtfulness.
The next morning as we left to go to our homes, her car wouldn’t start! We tried to jump start her battery but that didn’t work.
I had to drove her home, first time I saw it live.
Ultimately, she needed an entirely new battery.
I realize I had car problems the day prior, but it was nice of her to have some herself to share in my pain.