Monday, March 08, 2004

My car died.

Yes, blog fans, it is true. The drama of my bad car luck continues.

This story would have been much more interesting if I had written of it when it was at the height of the drama. But I was crying too much, then, and couldn't write.

So, now, I will tell you that the timing belt broke. So the last of the pre-buy inspection repairs have been completed. This is a very expensive car and I haven't come close to paying it off, yet. Ummm.

There has been much Michele-Break-Down-Drama about the dying of the car. Though many of you know that I rarely cry unless punched right in the face, the waterworks have come to town. I believe that age is making me soft. All the crying over Baby Story was, perhaps, practice. Cause I have no qualms, apparently, about boo-hooing to whomever is near me, lately. Not the worst thing that could have happened to me, I know.

So tomorrow I am off to pick up little Goldie from her doctor. I do get to miss school for the occasion. That pleases me greatly. ¶ 2:46 PM