Smashed car mirrors and how to NOT make croissants, because I’m lazy-ish.

So on Sunday morning, Neil discovered that the driver’s side mirror on his ambulance dented Camry (yeah, he hit an ambulance once. That’s a story for another day) was busted. My immediate response,

“Punk kids.”

He was convinced otherwise, as no other vehicles parked on the street appeared to have suffered any damage. I guess it was pretty stormy on Saturday night, so it’s possible that it wasn’t the scum of the North End, but I’m still not so sure. I quickly remind him that driving without a driver’s side mirror is technically illegal. Good thing he drives up to the park & ride and then takes the express bus into downtown Minneapolis. Less chance for the donut monsters cops to discover his crimes.

As I’m making coffee this morning…

Neil: “I think I’m gonna try to fix the mirror myself. I looked online and the part I need is only $20 bucks, but the dealership is gonna charge me $200 plus labor.”

In my head I’m thinking, “Sure. Whatevs.” I was super tired still and the coffee was still brewing.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Neil: “But it’s going to require me to take the trim off the door, and buy a couple of specialized tools.”

OH LORD.

Now, my husband is arguably the smartest person I know… and I’m not saying that because I’m an awesome wife who has no job and doesn’t do shit all day. He’s actually a highly intelligent individual.

But he is not a “handy man.”

I’ll give credit where credit is due. The last time we had a car issue was this past January. I neglected to heed any warnings the meteorologists were preaching, and when the temperature dropped to -23 degrees (no, that’s not a typo, that’s a “negative” sign in front of that number), and my battery was 7+ years old…

Guess what?

My car wouldn’t start.

I had also parked in such a fashion that trying to jump start it wasn’t an option.

So I got a ride to work, bought a new battery, and after work Neil came home to help me swap it out.

Except it gets dark at 5:00pm in the Twin Cities in mid January. And it was about -17 degrees when Neil got home from work at 6:30.

It ultimately took us an hour and a half to complete this task. We’d never done this before, and it was difficult to maneuver little nuts and bolts with heavy gloves on in the middle of winter-pocalypse. Plus, we had to go inside and warm up every 10 minutes or so because it was so unbelievably cold out (I think the wind chill made it feel like -45 that day) my toes were tingling.

I just can’t see this going well. I did express my concerns about him attempting this task,

“Please don’t fuck up your car worse than it already is.”

But I’m still not sure if he’s going to do this himself, or let a professional handle it.

———–

As for yesterday’s croissant debacle….

Do you realize how many steps there are in preparing these? I kept taking pictures as I was making them, but it became frustrating, and the thought of adding all of these photos to a blog post in the morning with descriptions of how to made something that takes a minimum of ten hours…. it just seemed too daunting. So I kinda gave up 3/4 of the way through. They turned out alright, but the room temperature was definitely a factor. I don’t think I’ll be making these again in the summer time. I never did take a photo of the final product, but here’s a couple shots of them being made,

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Maybe I’ll eventually post the recipe, but don’t hold your breath.

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One thought on “Smashed car mirrors and how to NOT make croissants, because I’m lazy-ish.

  1. hahaha this made me laugh. My boyfriend always thinks its a good idea to fix things himself. Often results in him getting mad and us having to get someone out to do it anyway

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