Don’t get a VW.
Hallooooo. It was sunny yesterday. It’s sunny today, too–I had plans to hang out with Corinne-y, but they may be foiled. My car’s in the shop AGAIN–I’m waiting to hear back from the mechanic to see if I can pick it up early. It’s waiting on a part–but the part won’t affect my driving too much, and it doesn’t come in until Wednesday and…I WANT MY CAR BACK!
We tried to pick it up yesterday but the lot was gated and locked. We went to the park with the roggers, and afterwards the Boy gave me a lesson on driving a stick shift. My cousin taught me once, but I never had the opportunity to use it. Use it or lose it!
If I’m allowed to pick up my car I’m thinking I might just walk the dogs to the mechanic. It’s a mile and a half, but the Boy pointed out to me this morning that in less than a month we’re running a 5K (three miles), so it would be good practice. Not that I’m going to RUN to the mechanic, but you know. I could walk there.
I could ride my bike too but it’s much easier to stuff a couple of dogs in a car than a bicycle.
If I can’t pick up my car then I guess the dogs and I will just sit and home and cry all day. Booooo hooooo.