>The official word is that the battery was dead due to a short in the anti-theft device. Seriously, I am considering getting an old car just because it doesn’t have all that new fangled gadgetry. Plus, an old car won’t look like those boring sedan boxes.
I swear, I have a dysfunctional relationship with my car. It gives me nothing but trouble. I should get rid of it, but I can’t. I love it too much. I got into the driver’s seat and felt so comfy!
By the way, Mercury went into retrograde yesterday. This explains my car malfunction as well as the network blow up at work yesterday. Thanksgiving should be interesting. I’m hoping a balloon makes a bid for freedom during the Macy’s Parade.
>I knew it was the battery! I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T! I mean, SM-A-R-T!
I have similar love/hate relationship with my job. I hate it, but I love the fact that… no, wait. Sorry, I just hate it.
>It’s not that I don’t like my car–because I love to drive–but I hate that I HAVE to have one. I’d rather it were a choice, because payments are expensive.
Guess that’s what I get for living out in the middle of nowhere.
>One of my favorite things to do in life is watch a balloon that breaks away. It always disappears and I always wonder if it was because it got so high that it popped or I just can’t see that far.
>But, the giant balloons rampaging around NYC are the best!