One More Week

for about 10 days now, when i call pete at boston village (the autobody place fixing my mini) he tells me that my car will be ready by the holiday (the thanksgiving one).  today when i called him he recognized my voice.  i've been good.  i haven't called more than once or twice a week.  today i called twice, but he told me to.  anyway, it appears that the car still isn't ready.  "will she be ready next week?"  "absolutely," he says.

fingers crossed.

i'm so excited about getting my car back -- i feel like i did when i was in the 10th grade after not seeing the boy i liked over an entire summer.  would i still like him?  would he still like me?  would everything be the same?

in the meantime, i've been driving this heinous black dodge neon.  oh i shouldn't be so hard on the car.  he can't help he's dull and jerky and that he handles like crap.  it's not his fault he was designed by an american automaker.  i mean, not every car can be .... violins please ... the mini.  but today, i found out that for the cost of renting this heinous automobile, i probably could have bought one.  oh well.  that's what credit cards are for.  as wilma and betty would say ... CHARGE IT!