Just when you think you couldn't Cass any more...
It was
Jimmy freakin Vasser. Which I didn't know when I was freaking out that the car in front of me was backing up and I hoped he was a good enough driver not to hit me. Turns out? Kinda good enough.
I took pictures with my cell phone, resisted tossing him in my trunk and called Trudy to leave a high pitched message that even dogs had issues with. My dad thinks I am insane now. Insaner. Good times.
I could post the pictures... It shows my car, next to Jimmy Vasser's rental. Because I am a big ole geek.
::gropes Aimee::
Still slogging through the last bit of school work. 29 minutes left.
:: waving back at Aimée ::
'bout goddamned time. My arm was gonna fall off.
Suzi - a little to the left.
Cass is cute when she stalks drivers.
Except, in this case, I think she was stalking coffee. Not that she
wouldn't
have stalked the driver if she'd realized who he was, but...
I could post the pictures... It shows my car, next to Jimmy Vasser's rental. Because I am a big ole geek.
He nearly threw her with the rental, it didn't match up with her Race Slut's Big Book O'License Plates.
'bout goddamned time. My arm was gonna fall off.
you are lucky then, that I keep hitting back to the Message Center. KT says to stop and go to bed.