While we were driving to CFC this morning for class, I noticed my wiper blade was not wiping in the middle very well (you know that spot right where you look out). So I turned the speed up and "bang," they hit each other and warped right in front of my view. I thought that was pretty funny and laughed until I pulled over and tried to put them back. They were wedged pretty tightly. I got them unhooked but they didn't go down. I pushed them down manually and then they wouldn't go up. Thank God it wasn't pouring, just misting a little. I continuted to church and Jason got me an appointment at Southern Indiana Tire. Apparently windshield wipers have their own transmission and mine broke in two places. Anything called a transmission is expensive. It would take about an hour to an hour and a half. So the children and I walked to Los Bravos. I should have taken the stroller. That boy is heavy. Also, after the waitress brought the salsa, Luke grabbed it and dumped it all over himself, including his mouth. He swallowed it and then hissed like a cat, but he never cried. We walked back after the meal and the car was done. Only $205 for wipers. Who's laughing now? Not I.