What Else Can I Do...?
Dec. 21st, 2005 05:08 pmUntil I know more, I can only go about my business as usual. I'm just reporting what's going on when it goes on. And currently, a lot of things suck. Thanks for all the hugs...
I have my car back, finally. It took a few extra days. Huge thanks go out to Luke for paying for it. I picked her up yesterday, then went to do a little shopping. I found what I was looking for, I hope Luke will like the silly things I bought. I went straight home, and when I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a really strong burning smell coming from the car. No smoke, however. The repair shop was already closed, so this afternoon I took her back. Of course now she smelled fine, but the guys took a look and said that many new parts have sealants on them, which burn off. Spilled drops of oil and other fluids land on hot engine parts, and burn off too. He poked under the hood, took a whiff of eau de internal combustion, and pronounced her a fit vehicle. Relieved, I went on my way. I hit one more store for two more little things, and my shopping is done. We'd stopped by my storage locker last night, and I picked up a box with holiday stuff. I wanted my wrapping paper. So here I am, Luke is off to a photo assignment, and I'm wrapping his presents. My title of "absolute worlds worst gift wrapper" is in no danger of slipping away.
I have my car back, finally. It took a few extra days. Huge thanks go out to Luke for paying for it. I picked her up yesterday, then went to do a little shopping. I found what I was looking for, I hope Luke will like the silly things I bought. I went straight home, and when I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a really strong burning smell coming from the car. No smoke, however. The repair shop was already closed, so this afternoon I took her back. Of course now she smelled fine, but the guys took a look and said that many new parts have sealants on them, which burn off. Spilled drops of oil and other fluids land on hot engine parts, and burn off too. He poked under the hood, took a whiff of eau de internal combustion, and pronounced her a fit vehicle. Relieved, I went on my way. I hit one more store for two more little things, and my shopping is done. We'd stopped by my storage locker last night, and I picked up a box with holiday stuff. I wanted my wrapping paper. So here I am, Luke is off to a photo assignment, and I'm wrapping his presents. My title of "absolute worlds worst gift wrapper" is in no danger of slipping away.