We find ourselves in the midst of what my mother
used to call 'car troubles'. Car troubles, indeed! It's
funny how much of our lives, our activities, our plans,
all hinge on the functionality of our carriages, as it
were. We were to have had special guests from out
of town today, but come to find out, their car is
broken down. We are invited to a familial gathering
ourselves; alas, the pickup is broken down in a
completely different town. I grew up with my father
constantly working on cars and am lucky enough
that the man in my life is of the same ilk. Having
said that, it seems now-a-days, cars fun along the
lines of being so highly computerized that the ole
boys of yesteryear find their skills being called into
question. So here we sit, Cindy and me, vestidas
y alborotadas . . . awaiting our carriages, perhaps
never to arrive.
what say you cindy
is your carriage a pumpkin
me thinks mine is not
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