So, yesterday, Mandy's car broke down on the freeway in Bountiful. I threw Joey in the car and ran down to help, but I was sure that by the time I arrived, someone else would have pulled over and helped her. I got there and she had been there for about 20 minutes. We pulled my car farther onto the shoulder next to her and lifted up the hoods to jump hers. Then, it died again, and she had to call a tow truck. Baby Bella was totally covered with sweat from sitting in the hot car in 100 degree weather, so we got her into my car to wait. As we waited for about another 1/2 hour, I was surprised that so many highway patrol cars passed us. Isn't this their thing? 2 women and babies stranded on the side of the road in this heat? I think we counted over 10. Is chivalry dead? Where have all the cowboys gone?
When the tow truck came, out hopped this cute grandma. (I took this picture with my camera--it's pretty crappy.) She hugged Mandy and told her that everything would be o.k. She loaded the car up and we were on our way. That's right, when the going gets tough, it's GIRL POWER to the rescue!
Frank and James both caught a tie that the missionaries were throwing...
This is where things started to get crazy--We learned the hard way that firecrackers can really burn. Some burning embers floated into Frank's sandals and burned him before he could get them off...OUCH!
First of all, can you believe how bright my flash is on my new camera? These are the charred remains of the bush that was on fire. Talk about an exciting Independence Day!
