I have an awesome husband.  :)

The rotors and brake pads on my car have been slowly been deteriorating, culminating to a horrible, awful, annoying screeching noise anytime I slowed down, and also when driving under 30 mph.

Since we were supposed to be in our new house this past weekend, Bryan said that he'd fix my car Sunday night since we'd have a garage.  Well, the house closing has been delayed (yet again) until Thursday, so fixing the brakes this past weekend went out the window.  The problem was that I could not take the noise any more.  It was especially bad in parking lots, such as Meijer, where there were lots of people.  I just had enough!

Being that it's warm outside I figured that last night would be a good night to fix the car and get it over with.  I had no idea it was going to pour.  Bryan, though, being the magnificent husband he is, worked through the awful weather.  Everything was slippery, oily, cold, and wet.  There was very little light to work with.  Parts would not fit how they're supposed to.  Even though it took much longer than expected to fix my darn car, he stuck to it and got it done.

Today, my car is running great!  There is no screeching, the sound of knives sharpening or an airplane taking off has ceased.  :)  All because Bryan loves me.

So this (along with many other things) is why I am the lucky wife.