So my husband and I were on our way to Logan, Utah. My sister-in-law is in beauty school there and needs to do nails for points. She's been having trouble getting clients so we took pity on her and went.
Anyway, we got partway into the canyon when our car broke down. So my husband had to walk 2 miles to the top of the hill so he could get cell service. It was windy and being on a road between two valleys....well I can only imagine that the wind coming from the valleys was going up. lol.
No one stopped until he had gone a mile. The person that finally stopped to give him a lift to the top was a father and his pregnant teenage daughter, go figure.
Someone had stopped at the car where I was with our baby and dogs and he offered to go pick my husband up and bring him back to the car.
So we waited for my brother-in-law to come get us. He towed us back to our house and then we all went to Logan together. Three adults and two babies.
We tried to convince my brother-in-law that he would look good in a kilt and his 4 month old son would be a chubby little lady killer in one.
So I had my nails done and my husband got a manicure (lol). The principal of the beauty school loved the kilt and told us that her son had gone to Scotland on a mission for our church and came back wearing a kilt and the whole kit. She wanted us to go to Olive Garden to meet him and we would have (maybe we would have got a free lunch!) but the brother-in-law was cranky. (I found out a little while ago that his appendix is bothering him, so I'll leave him be on the crankiness) So we went to WalMart to get some stuff and went home.
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