My Beautiful Car
I was headed off to work this morning (running just a little late cuz I didn’t get my clothes decided on last night) when I went out to my car and it wouldn’t start. The stinking battery light came on and I didn’t have a sound at all – I don’t even remember hearing a click.
So I figured I’d take my old car to work – after all, I’m paying the farging insurance for it for no good reason since my honey bought himself the new car.
The Lumina had some ice on the windshields since nobody’s been driving it, so I started scraping and digging and chopping the ice off. Well, wouldn’t you know that I knocked something off one of the windshield wipers, so I was a little afraid to drive that car with this unpredictable weather.
My honey offered up his new car for me to drive, so I took that to work. That is one beautiful car, let me tell ya. Have I mentioned it already? It’s a Grand Marquis with black leather seats and this big dashboard full of green digital lights. It drives very smoothly, however, I was then scared shitless that some careless driver might run into me or something when my honey hasn’t even broken the car in.
Anyway, tonight he’s trying to get the battery out of my Taurus so we can go have it tested to see if it’s the battery that’s screwed (as opposed to the alternator). Let’s hope it’s the battery since that’s a helluva lot cheaper.
I’d also like to go get my hair cut again, even though it was just two or three weeks ago that I got it done. They did a shitty job and I want it fixed.
Ooops, gotta run – my honey got the battery out and we’re headed off for a new one. Later it’s Earl and The Office… oh, what a night.
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