Here's the situation.

Last week, our car broke down while Blake was driving home from a meeting. Thankfully, there was a dealership semi-nearby that was willing to fix the car (though we have yet to hear a price quote. ahem.) and provide a loaner car for our use until our sad little Chevy Cruze is back in working order.

And by "loaner car", I mean obnoxiously large truck.

So as of late, we've all been squishing into the cab of said truck on the way home from the train station - Gus and his immovable and oblivious backside, me and my ever-growing pregnant belly, and Blake. Poor, poor Blake.

Pray for us.

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