Abe Lincoln is looking a little hot in there?

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The other day Jack and I went to the flower store.
We chose red, yellow, purple, and white mums. A few pumpkins, a few scarecrows and the yard looks really autumnal.
OK to the story.
I let Jack play in the car while I emptied the car.
He cant get in to too much trouble in a turned off car RIGHT?
Well all looked well when he got out of the car.
We planted our flowers and decorated and kept moving.
The next morning I was in the car at 730 started the car for work and saw a slow ppppfffftsht. on the dashboard.
hmm.
The radio was out, the dash lights, the side view mirrors didnt work either.
OK obviously a blown fuse.
At this point Jack and Andy were on their way into Andys truck to go to school and work.
It was then that I remembered Hmm who was in the car last?
JACK.
I searched the dash and it hit me.
Pennies.
I looked a little closer and there was Abe Lincoln head up facing out perfectly from the hole of the lighter.
He had pushed pennies into the lighter hole, perfectly lined up, and in the process when I started the car the fuse blew.
well, was I upset, yes I had no music in the car and a mirror that didnt work.
When he came home from school I asked him what happened to Mommys pennies in the car?
He calmly explained that he put them away in the penny holder, because nickels didnt fit.
Well, hmm.
OK so how about from now on we just put the pennies in the cup holder and leave the HOLE IN THE DASHBOARD for something else.
OK Mom , If you want to.
But where do we put the nickels?
In the cup holder too.
Ok. No problem Mom.

I went about a week without a radio and had enough.
I stopped today at the gas station in town and told them the story.
Of course the garage was full of grown up Jacks that loved the story.
One in particular grown up (hot, dark haired, flashing brown eyes, dimpled chin)
garage guy followed me out the pumpkin to get the fuse fixed.
I decided to practice my rusty flirting skills.
I chuckled, told him about the BOY, and he loved the stories.
I was sympathetic to his medical complaints ( which always come after exposing my career)
He fixed it and then couldnt get the cap back on the fuse box.
I threw out my most provacative statement yet.
"Well if your hands werent the size of a bear paw you might be able to get that little thing going. (smile, wink)
It totally worked.
He stood up, straightened himself out and we exchanged the look. you know.
"Id love to take a roll in the hay with you but... that aint gonna happen"
Its all good, knowing I can "tangle" every once in a while is a good thing.
So He charged me nothing for the repair, told me to stop my another time if it seems to be acting up and ask for him.
yeah, ok Smart Suzie wont go there again unless I have the big guy with me.
Sneaky suzie is going to look for a few nickels and see if I can get them jammed into the air vents and blame it on Jack. Just a thought.

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