Threes?

Troublesome things come in threes - or so they say?

Looks expensive to replace.

1.  The mailbox.  Which will be totally finished when the wind quits enough to use the spray paint.

2.  Bent rim on the Charger.  Heading across point-of-the-mountain to Cubby's last night.  The Husband vetoed the freeway for the frontage road - less busy.  Maybe there's a reason for that?  He couldn't avoid a pothole that was w-a-y worse than it looked and quite difficult to avoid.  A mile or so down the road and the tire pressure light on the dash goes crazy!

Yep, it's a bent rim.    The Husband and our friend had it changed in no time at all.  (Experience lends speed in this instance.) Tomorrow will likely include a trip to find a new wheel.  I just have visions of dollars flying away from us.

And I'm almost afraid to breathe to see what the third thing is going to be.  I'd like it to only be two things.  Pretty please?

Today's R. S. lesson was taught by a much loved friend.  She has a unique and lovely gift for teaching, being able to reach each and every sister in the room and make it applicable to all.  How grateful I am that I was there to hear it.