You know it’s serious when I start making spreadsheets.


You know what is a challenging sport to do without a car?

Dog agility. You try carrying even one rubberized dogwalk plank down the freeway under your arm.

I can get the dogs there. We can walk. We can just bring one frisbee. It fits in my purse. But we travel FAR to get to dog agility. It’s going to take us ALL DAY to get to class without a car so I think we’re just going to have to miss it tonight.

All I can tell you about my car is that the head gasket has been sent out, I guess to a place where they lay it down on soft velvety towels and little blue people, like the ones in Avatar except smaller, sing soothing songs to it. I don’t know if it’s coming back. Rusty thought it might finally be time for me to go get another car. He had a sad look on his face when he told me this.

The car guy we visited today showed us where the side airbags were for the grandkids.

Fucker.

He had weird, little teeth.

I think I liked the guy better the other day that thought the dogs would enjoy drinking from the many cupholders conveniently located in the back.

I dunno. I like pretty much all the cars I’ve entered in the spreadsheet above. Which one would you get?