Caughey Café

Yesterday, as my sweet husband was about to drive off in my car to work, he flipped the light switch only for us to both watch the front headlamp go out. I am guessing after almost eight years and 145,000 miles it was bound to happen. Thankfully, Matt was able to fix it promptly that evening. It's funny though, I can tell a slight difference that the new light is brighter than the old and still functioning one. We may replace that one, too. It was an entertaining morning and kind of funny to see my little car drive off as a "one-eyed-jack" as my dad calls them.