Aw jesus christ. It's 5:30 in the morning and I just woke up and now here I sit and the only purpose for this entry is this...

My fucking car is fixed. Can you believe that friends and neighbors? The car that has sat up on one jack sans one tire with most of it's parts in the garage, the blue machine, the adidas contour, my baby, is now working. And sounds better than it ever did, no high pitched squeaking or anything. All I have to do now is call about the tires tommorow, which I should be able to get 2 for about 30 bucks, maybe more. And once I have tires folks, that baby is mine once again. Sure she needs an oil change but she'll get it. And some gas but that's forthcoming as well. The important thing is, it's fixed.

And Uncle Chris got the wasp nest out of my trunk. *!* There was a crack, or rather, NO seal but my back taillight and since my car sat for so long it was returning back to nature (not that it was ever a part of nature in that form) Wasps had come in and built themselves a nest I could never locate, but I sure as hell had been bit a few times. Still have a sore where I was bitten back in early June, but at least it's not a hole anymore. Anyways, so there was this lovely ugly wasp honeycomb looking thing about the size of my hand and about three inches thick on the inside of the trunk lid, which was promptly doused with carb cleaner and removed. It's still in the yard somewhere *shudder*

So I lied about not making anymore entries this weekend, this was just too good not to tell someone, the whole 2 people that read this and one already knows. If I wasn't so tired I'd still have that goofy grin on my face right now...

Happiness is having your own mode of transportation...I can almost hear Mel Gibson per William Wallace shouting freedom in that sexy scottish faked accent of his...Baby Blue rides once again...

-Petra

written on 2002-08-10 at 5:33 a.m. by sweetsolace.

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