At the turn onto the major highway down the road from my house, the MFA Minivan suddenly sounded kind of rough to me. I needed gas anyway and pulled into the first place, set the pump to fill the tank, and checked the oil, and...there was none. It had heated up a lot more than would be usual but it's also really hot outside...I dunno. I'm trying to be optimistic, I really am. But my AAA membership lapsed when things got bad and I don't know anyone local I could call in the middle of the night for a ride and/or tow except the XY (oh yes, he owns a trailer big enough to tote the MFA Minivan; he's done it before) (many years ago, obviously--we bought the thing when I was pregnant with Middly, who OMG is seven).
The MFA Minivan is thirteen now, and acting every bit the rebellious teen.
Plus okay I'm SLIGHTLY superstitious about elderly vehicles, and the day before yesterday I FINALLY got the thing street-legal and it had a full-to-the-brim tank when I left it hushed in grim repose in the driveway over a cardboard box (that oil dripped onto), and therefore clearly the MFA Minivan is doomed.
Just when I'd kind of pulled our collective financial heads above-ground, now we might be back into the pit.