A babystep for you is a giant leap for me

Today, for the first time in my life, I changed the air filter on my F-150.  This is the first time I have changed anything on any vehicle I have ever owned (and trust me, I run through vehicles like toilet paper).  This momentous occasion came about from getting my oil changed today and seeing how filthy my air filter was.  I called my husband and asked him if he could change it when he returned from his hunting trip (he's a manly man!).  I then discovered he wasn't returning until really late tonight.  Panic seized my body (not really, but it makes my story WAY more exciting!).  I instantly thought of the nasty air I would be breathing in during my road trip to PCB tomorrow and knew it must changed.  I went to the auto parts store and purchased an air filter.  I then proceeded to change my air filter, much to the amusement of neighbors.  I'm sure they were staring out their windows and pointing and laughing at the woman intensely staring into her truck manual and then back into her truck, gripping the air filter for dear life as she pictures herself undoing a bolt and the entire engine falling out of the bottom (my mind is a scary place).  However, the aforementioned did not occur.  My truck survived my attempt to change the air filter and now I feel like I am Super Woman.  I am self sufficient, well, at least until its time to get something out of the attic (that's what husband's are for, that place is SCARY!)