trystinn | Brunhilde is sick

Yesterday while running errands, we dropped by our mechanic (he runs the local off leash parks) to replace a headlight bulb in preparation for the long drive to Granite Hills Sunday. While there, he ran it through a diagnostic check because he's been our mechanic for 4 years and knows me well. *WEG*

I have no idea what Paul did, but after a quick trip into town, I'm now glaring at the van out front and pacing the living room floor.

It smells like gas, so much so I'm feeling dizzy. And somehow, it went through almost a 1/4 tank of gas in 5 miles. And its shuddering.

What the hell did he do? It was supposed to be a simple bulb change!