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Saturday, September 04, 2004
PARTS ONLY, MA'AM
I picked up the BEHEMOTH, all ready to go with a newer battery than the new battery that failed, and drove out of the car lot. Compared to the Lexus, the BEHEMOTH is a bull in a china shop. VERRRRRRY SLOPPY.
They replaced the battery for free (it was obviously defective), but why did I have to pay $55 in labor to replace the stupid thing? Wasn't my fault they installed a lemon. The jolly gent just kept answering my pestering questions with "Warranty covers part only, ma'am". Well, dang my hide.
Friday, September 03, 2004
LUCKY, LUCKY ME
Well, the BEHEMOTH decided not to start yesterday, but I managed to get it going five different times without the help of AAA, who did come out just once. Since the battery is new, I'm suspecting the starter is wacked, or an electrical problem.
So, my dear friend insisted yesterday that I drive his $60,000 Lexus home, while he takes the BEHEMOTH to the dealer today to get it checked out.
Driving that Lexus is like driving a down feather sofa. It's almost like floating over the pavement. Very nice.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
UMM. . . . unfaltering NO. . . unflagging NO. . . .
UNWAVERING!!!!
Many thanks to the Impartial Observer and his Mrs. for exceptional help in finding the exact word in the thesaurus in which to excoriate Mr. B's EVIL EMPRESS OF THE EDUCATIONAL ENEMY SYSTEM.
We will prevail.
NINE LIVES
Timmy has decided to sleep tonight in the bag designated for RECYCLING: paper, cans, etc. And cats apparently.
This is the same feline bloke who has been caught in the shower, the dishwasher, every cupboard in the house, and of course, the infamous DRYER INCIDENT. Needless to say, Timmy isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Monday, August 30, 2004
MISSING PERSONS
It's really hard to miss people. I have my life, they have their lives, and still, there is this tug of the heart.
I know it's just me being sentimental and all, but still, I just miss those moments that make life worth living.
Well, I'll be moving on now.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
BLOGGER FOG
Each time I sit down at the computer to post a blog entry, somehow I get lost in my thougts and "wake up" five minutes later with my hands poised over the keyboard and my mind a complete blank.
It just happened again.
So therefore, again, I have nothing to share.
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