I need car-ma, my brakes are squealing. I'm worried it will be an expensive brake job.
Brakes start to squeal when the pads are just about worn out. So if you attend to it right away, you just have the pads to replace (which are cheap). But if you wait too long (and continue to drive the car), you can do more expensive dammage to the brakes.
I just realized the brakes were squealing some the other day, but it wasn't every time I sued the brakes, this morning it was every time. Luckily there is no reason for me to use my car this weekend. I'm going to find some place where I can take my car in on Monday.
It taking Em will make you feel in any way better take Em. And it sounds like it will make your Grandfather happy.
If you can't bear to watch Smallville I suggest you tape it if only to hear James Marsters say things like
"TheRe's no such thing as vampiRes, ClaRk."
I was rolling on the floor (or would have been if my comfy chair wasn't so comfy) at the cheese, Trudy. Still, JM is pretty.
{{Aimee}} Take Em. You need her. I'm willing to bet a bunch of other peoople do, too.
{{{{Empress & Family}}}}
Marsters??? Damn, another show for TIVO to grab for me. Never got into Smallville, but the pretty...must catch the pretty.
You know what killed me? The way he said "
experiments
" - he pronounced the last syllable so oddly.
Oh, Empress. I'm glad your family has hung around so long for you, but it is hard when time starts catching up. I've been attending relatives funerals all my life. It's good to know Em--and you!--got some good sturdy genes.
Aimee, I'm so sorry. And I totally agree with everybody who is saying that you should bring Em with you. She'll be a great source of comfort for you and your family I bet.
I got a dozen yellow roses from my friend/drummer yesterday for no reason. or well we had a bitch session the other night where I was all wahwahwahi'ma be alone forevaaaah. So I think these are pity flowers. Pretty pity flowers though. And I do appreciate them as an expression of her love for me. Plus they are very cheerful.
Yesterday while I was at work Leif got his little hands on a bottle of infant Tylendol somehow. He used the dropper to start painting his walls with it. When he was discovered and asked what he was doing he replied, "I don't know... I'm only three."