Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire

A few months ago we decided Casey really needed a work car, so (being the Nazi that I am) I laid down the law and said it had to be less than $1000. (For those of you who know Casey, you know he needs guidelines like this). Well (I think to spite me) he found the worst car in all of central Indiana and claimed it as his own. This car had no radio, the windows were cracked, there was rust on it, the interior was horrible, the doors didn't lock, the seats didn't stay upright, and there was a whole side panel that was a different color blue than the rest of the car. There was NOTHING nice about this car, but it seemed to be doing the job, until a few weeks ago. It just suddenly stoped running. Casey and my Brother-in-law Stev-o tried to do what they could but couldn't fix it so we took it to the shop. They said there were two problems and the repairs were going to cost almost $500. We paid the shop and I rejoiced that I would finally have a car to drive again. The next morning I get a call from Casey that went something like this

Me: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Casey:"I'm sitting in the back of a Police cruiser watching the bronco BURN!"

Yep, the car was completely engulfed in flames. The police and the fire department were there trying to subdue the flames. Casey had called 911 and as soon as he said his car was on fire the lady said "Oh is it the one on McCormic? We've already gotten a few calls about you." Luckily Casey wasn't hurt, and it seems like the repair shop is going to work with us to make it right, but only time will tell.

*this is not our actual car, Casey took pictures on his cell phone, but I don't know how to get those on my computer.