The back story:
Yesterday my hubby and I were to go to a search and rescue meeting. We were loading up the vehicle and I went to open the back door of the Rav and it won't latch when I went to shut it again.
Okay, so I didn't freak out to begin with. I just said to my hubby, 'this has happened before, I need a screw driver and I should be able to fix it.'
I grabbed a screw driver but that didn't seem to help at all either. With the meeting now a half an hour in and we were still trying to figure the door out we decided to get the car going. Once we scraped through the inch of ice. We got it going…but then the drivers door won't shut.
At this point in the game I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. So I did both.
Off we went to drop stuff off at the meeting and then to pick up tools from my hubby's shop so we could look at the latch.
This is where I am so thankful for a handy husband. And where in the past I was so thankful for my handy dad. My husband pulled it all apart and got it working. It latches!!!! We then took a drive and got to see some nicely decorated Christmas lights.
Hubby: Thanks for being so handy. For patiently fixing something when I didn't even know where to start.
Dad: Thanks for being there the last 35 years. I believe I found a good man that can help with the items I use to call daddy 911 for.
Love you both!!
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