Knuckfuckler
I'm still waiting for the big thing to happen. I still can't talk about it. I suppose I could dump it all in a password protected entry, but I won't really know the outcome until I can resolve the situation. So, I wait.
Wes and I took the car to the shop on Saturday because there was a burned-oil smell coming from the front end. It usually got worse after I'd been driving for a while, like after a commute, so we thought it best to get it checked out. We waited for about four hours in the shop lobby for them to even look at the car. Once they got it up on the lift, it took less than five minutes for them to figure out that the oil filter was leaking. (They just did an oil change for us, about a month ago.) Problem solved, simple.
What a waste of a day.
I am so sleepy, today. I wish I could turn back the clock by a couple of hours and be back in bed, cuddled up under the nice, warm blankets with Wes. He's the cuddliest.
*Yawn*
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