Aw, who am I kidding? I can't stay mad at you, Baby! I know you only rough me up when I deserve it. What was it? The way I looked at that motorcycle the other day? Letting you go without headlights for two weeks? I'm sorry, let's just forget about it. It can be like the crash never even happened! You know I dig you the most! Now let's go find that Taurus and make it best two out of three...
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It's amazing what you can find on the internets these days. Take our new car, for example. Just over the border in Illinois, there was this lovely little auto wholesale & auction place that dabbles in some retail sales as well - Silver Auto Sales, I believe is the name. Scholars & gentlemen, all. We went over there this morning, test-drove, and purchased a near-exact replica of the old Saturn. The new one lacks a sunroof, but has a spiffy, after-market CD stereo. To within 1,000 miles, it has the same mileage as our old Saturn when we bought it almost four years ago.
First thing I did when we got back to Valpo was to put the bauble back in its rightful place.
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The Blue Disc of Glass of Unknown Purpose was given to me by my favorite second-cousin-in-law, patita (a scholar and gentlewoman if there ever was one), some 13 years ago, to commemorate the purchase of my very first used car, the '76 Pontiac Catalina. It hung proudly from its rearview mirror until the Catalina was sold for scrap metal. It has since received an upgrade from its original shoestring to a shiny metal chain. Over the intervening years, it has hung from the mirrors of all of my used cars: the '87 Jeep Wagoneer, a Subaru Legacy of some vintage or other, the Savoy '02 Saturn LS2, a random rental car, of which we shall never speak again, and now, the Frankfort '02 Saturn LS2. If you look, you can see its battle scar from the crash of Monday Past.
Hopefully things will quiet down again, here at the EC, and I can go back to wishing I had things to blog about, rather than having things to blog about.
Ah, you forget the great coffee the auto place offered. I did not partake of the donuts, but rather than oily, three-day-old auto dealer coffee, they offered hot, fresh, dunkin' donuts brew. So the sales guy was dressed in a white waffle thermal shirt and had freakishly large shoulders. He was a pretty nice guy.
Posted by: flygrrl at 03:44 PM Oct 26Perhaps the BGDoUP just needed its mojo to be shaken up once every 13 years or something?
Posted by: patita at 05:08 PM Oct 30