Yesterday, I had the unfortunate task of dropping off Miss Kitty (my beautiful car) to a dealership, as she is a big ol’ mess right now – lots of little things wrong and in the last few days, one little thing started to become a big thing, so I had to bring her in to be seen by a professional.  Miss Kitty does not like going in for a physical (who does?  I don’t know, in either case, I’m not judging) and she wasn’t happy with yesterday’s events.  I think she had it in her mind to act perfect when they inspected her just to make me look like a fool (you think I’m joking, but she’s done it before), however, at the last moment, she decided to go the opposite route.  She threw a temper tantrum and enacted her strange problems for all to see, making me proud of her and forcing the man to look me straight in the eye and say “Now I believe you.”  Now.  Now, he believed me.  Well, great.

My sister pulls up to pick me up, baby in the back dumping water on herself because of the heat, and is immediately confronted by a salesman who wants to get her out of her beautiful red monster of a vehicle, and into the kind of car her little sister drives.  My sister, nonplussed by the man circling around her car like a hawk, merely picks up her cell phone to answer a call.  As I hop in, the man runs off, as if I have the power to make him explode, viciously, and on a microfilament level.

Back to my sister’s house, where we attempted to watch some television (not good, of course, although I found out this morning that there exists a show in which the women know they are being kicked off by picking up a chicken and seeing if there is an egg underneath – I mean, what?  and why?) so we watched a movie.  It was not good.  Boy was less than thrilled (as he had to pick me up because I’m now carless) by the movie, but seemed content to draw pictures of cows, elephants, and Uniqua (who my niece thinks is Tyrone, but really, they look totally different.)