So my son has had a flat tire TWO DAYS IN A ROW. This is getting old. Yesterday’s flat showed no puncture or anything. Probably hit a pothole, but the tire was ruined. Went ahead and put the winter tires on the car…he gets up today to ANOTHER FLAT. Have to deal with that, on top of the fact it’s a half day of school. Drive to school, pick up at noon, take back up to school at 3:00 to catch bus to cross country meet, pick back up at 6:30 or 7:00 pm when bus brings him back to school. And yes, even if I go to the meets, the coach makes them take the bus back to the school…so I still have that last trip to pick him up.
Now, onto more male car stuff. I’m becoming a male. No seriously. I’m in love with my new Subaru Forester. It’s cute. Zippy. Gets good gas mileage. And it ISN’T A MINIVAN! Yes, that’s a cow in the front window. Don’t ask. Well, okay, ask. We all have protect cows in our cars… Really, they work (well, not against flat tires, obviously )
Now here comes the
really sick part CRAZY part of this new car. I’ve washed and waxed it TWO TIMES already. Which is two times more than I’ve ever waxed a car in my life… :shock: Seriously, I’m becoming a male. I’ll probably grow a winkus (I’m NOT using the P word…I can’t imagine what my google search terms list would look like if I did that. I’m not going there…)
See how shiny it is? You can see the reflection of the sky !:mrgreen:
Now the other thing. I’m in my forties. Late forties. This is the FIRST car that I’ve ever picked out and bought for ME. EVER. That is just sad and wrong, and no doubt plays a big part in the reason I’m so crazy about it. I’ve always bought practical mom cars. Station wagon. Full size van. Minivans. But this one I loved, and I got it because I love it. Only took me 40 some odd years to get to this stage in my life.
Okay, enough male talk. We should really get back to writing talk…
EDITED to ADD: right after I posted this my dh called. His truck was broken down at the side of the road…would I come get him …