I just can't foresee having a clear head in that time. Ack. I mean, I need to get the cheque from Geico, clear the car out, find a mechanic, find a car, ack ack ack panic ack.
Why don't you tell Scrappy's DH what you LOVED about your Jetta and give him a price range and see if he could scrounge up a short list from what's available and a good deal locally? I bet he'd do that for you.
Amyth: Watch your noggin.
Calli: Watch Amy's noggin.
Msbelle: Fuck it!
JenP: No Smoking!
Jesse: No tempting!
Jilli's Dad: Rock on. Or, you know, steam on.
I need to make Thanksgiving and Christmas plans. And Vegas plans. And DC plans.
I have California plans! Even if they're only one day.
Which is why I need to make plans to go again. Unless I follow Perkins to Vegas instead.
I'm just having some bad cravings of wanting to see all y'all again.
I have to say, I don't know I'd be traveling as much if it weren't for the fact my parents generously subsidize my travel.
Mine pay part as well, but for family trips. Which is why my California trips are never as glamorous or Buffista-filled as outsiders think. I mean, even spending the whole time busy with family obligations, north San Diego doesn't suck. But then neither does Portland and I live here. And I am grateful I get to see my family and live here.
I love that we'll get to see you! I wish we had a furlough that week.
I'm having a bad day. Too stupid to recall but I think I"ve misplaced $500 in curriculum.
I'm gonna go search the rest of the garage for it.
Scrappy's DH! Help me!
Called home. Mother's going under the knife Monday. Half the island is praying for her, pretty much, and the other half is sciencing, and some are doing both. We also worked out we have a gastroenterologist in the family, so she'll be getting a relative's second opinion.
Here is the most recent update on the search CJ was involved with last weekend.
He is being a true 15 year old tonight. He is off at the football game against the cross town rivals. He went with a car full of girls who go to the other high school. My little boy...
ita, if you need to find a mechanic on the Westside, you could always try our guy.
Kids are reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid to each other. I approve as it means I don't have to read it.