Our van is in the transmission shop again. As we were trying to maneuver for a parking space in the morning downtown traffic, a white Jeep Cherokee whipped right in and stole the spot we were in the process of backing into. I seriously thought I was about to see that sorry sap go down from the wrath of my husband. Lucky for him, we had places to go and people to see. No time for police reports and bail bondsmen.
Not a great way to start a Monday.
The weekend was pretty good, though. I spent some time with a friend who just happen to win some concert tickets from a local radio station. Needless to say, I am now on the search for some cowboy boots and the right pair of jeans. Of course, my search is limited to the local thrift stores, but I've been known to find just the right bargains there before. If that doesn't work out, well... the temps are well over 100 here this week so flip-flops and capris would not be the end of the world. The fun part will just be in the going anyway.
Speaking of going, I've got a bed to make and dishes to wash.
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