Long story short, my car hates me. I'm sure of this. A few days ago my tire was soft. Not entirely flat, just soft. Today we were going to go the whopping 0.6 miles to get some air to pump it back up. Brushed off the car, got in the driver's seat, and turned the key. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a measley little light in the dashboard. Dead battery. Awesome. Great. LUCKILY I have the most best husband in the world and he took care of it for me! He called AAA that night and made sure my little Leo (that's what my sister named my car) was all set to go to the shop in the morning.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
January 12, 2009
Long story short, my car hates me. I'm sure of this. A few days ago my tire was soft. Not entirely flat, just soft. Today we were going to go the whopping 0.6 miles to get some air to pump it back up. Brushed off the car, got in the driver's seat, and turned the key. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a measley little light in the dashboard. Dead battery. Awesome. Great. LUCKILY I have the most best husband in the world and he took care of it for me! He called AAA that night and made sure my little Leo (that's what my sister named my car) was all set to go to the shop in the morning.
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