So, remember that screwy situation? You know.. where I, for the life me, couldn't budge that screw on my jeep? Well about a week ago, I called my uncle Quinn to come take a look and to see if I was just a wimpy girl or if it really was on there good.
He tried lots of different things to break the screw free. We didn't do anything drastic because we wanted to wait for Dean to come home and weigh in on the situation. So, since Quinn came and reassured me that I wasn't a total wuss, we left it alone 'til Dean got home.
Dean broke a torx bit trying to get it off, but he broke it loose. When he got another bit and gave it another go, it was off within seconds. He couldn't figure out why Quinn and I couldn't get it (that was annoying and a bit insulting) but he got it off and that was all that mattered.
So in conclusion, I am a wimp. Quinn, I love you but what the heck??? JK....
I guess Dean is just that good????
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