On our way home we stopped and ate at In-n-out. My first time! I was a little nervous because everyone says it's so amazing, so then everyone who has heard that their whole lives goes there and says, "Eh. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be." And I don't like experiencing let-downs like that when things are pumped up so high. (Hence why I haven't seen Mary Poppins yet.) But it was good! It was basically a real hamburger. Surprise! Much like what you'd get at a diner. Like, if I were to get a cheeseburger at Big Juds. And guess what. I would go to Big Juds for a cheesburger. Because it's so much better than, say, McDonalds cheeseburgers.
On our way home again we exited off I-15 at 800 N. As we were turning from the off-ramp onto 800 N. several things happened at once. Or rather, within a very short period of time.
- The oil light started flickering really quickly.
- BJ pointed out the flickering and we were both momentarily confused.
- We both heard a pop.
- Smoke/steam started pouring out from the engine.
- BJ pulled the car over.
- Kessa started begging to get out of the car.
- I bribed her with m&ms to stay in her carseat. Thanks, Jess, for the m&ms. Yes, they're from your wedding.
BJ got out to open the hood while I called Travis and begged him to come rescue us. Then I realized that BJ had never opened the hood, but rather was squatting in front of the car just staring at it. I assumed he couldn't figure out how to open the hood, having never done it. (It's my car.) So I got out to help. Turns out, that's not why he was starting. This is why he was staring (taken after I opened the hood, obviously):
These pictures don't even begin to do it justice. For one, you can't see the hood. The hood was also splattered. For two, you can't tell how thick and goopy this stuff was. For three, you can't really see, but the radiator hose (the hose going between the engine and the mass of yellow) actually has a gaping hole in it, obvious caused by some sort of explosion.
So our options are as follows: 1) The radiator hose exploded and our anti-freeze is yellow and goopy. 2) An alien crawled into our car engine and exploded. 3) Something dire is wrong with our car and we're now either without a car or without a down payment for our new house. (Which if that's the case, I am totally placing blame on the bishopric and/or my counselors who don't want me to move.)
Oh, did I mention that our alternator belt is on its last legs, too? It's funtimes with cars in the Homer household.