Ouch! The money pit was really deep this time...

So, I got the truck back yesterday. I received the call in the morning that the repairs were going to cost my right arm, both legs, part of my torso, and two of my children. I waited all day and finally called at 4:48pm to be told that the mechanic had just finished up and was pulling in from the test drive. Marni took me down to the shop and I paid the man the many pounds of flesh. Then I somehow managed to drag my mangled body and wallet out of the store, climb in the truck and drive off into the sunset, quite a bit poorer,wondering if it was worth it. Now I have a fifteen year old truck with brand new brakes and several other important parts related to the brakes.