Listen.

This is my car. Hopefully you can’t see my license plate from it, but if you can, ignore that part. This is my car and right now, I need all of you to send good thoughts to it. It’s currently being looked over at the Mini service place over in the valley, and the man was nice enough to test the “diagnostics” or whatever without charging me because my warranty just expired.

But please, please, please, please let my car be okay. Not okay in that if I pay them $500+, they can fix all the stupid problems or not okay in that all the annoying things that are wrong with it are all in my head because I am neurotic and crazy, but okay in that…ugh. I don’t have any other options, do I?

Why do some things have to suck so much? Think positive thoughts. I have all my limbs, I have a job, I have a car and yesterday, someone nice gave me a dutch oven!!!! No, not that kind in bed, but a REAL DUTCH OVEN so I can make dutch foods!! Like wooden clogs. Yay!

PS. Yes, that is what my car looks like when I leave work. Notice how in our huuuuuuuge office structure, I’m usually one of the last people ever to leave. What a perfect setting for a horror movie scene, right?