The start

the start of our weekend consisted of t:

getting the car ready

For some loving

that it very much needed, as you can see. yes, the seats are supposed to be right there but they are not. i bought this car a couple years ago, and the poor thing has been sitting in our garage from that time on. well, except for one time. there was this one time, when t had been working on the car the whole day.

he had gotten everything running, just so. i had kind of kept away from the thing, and one day he said, "you should try driving it." i agreed and we took off, well, kind of. oh, by the way, the car didn't have seats in it

we got to the stop sign at the end of the road and we were just sitting there and MY GOD, the car was making a ruckus. "What the hell is THE MATTER with this car?" i yelled over the loud noises it was making. seriously, did this guy think that he knew how to fix a car? he was like, "I don't know, it wasn't doing that before!"

it was then that i looked down and saw that my feet were on BOTH the gas and the brake. um...yeah.

as if that weren't enough, after we had rounded the block and very CLEARLY established that i (should NEVER drive a stick shift) hadn't driven a stick shift in some time. we were hanging out at a stop sign, once again. but this time, the foot was where it needed to be. hey, i thought, i just might be getting the hang of this again. i took off and the car lunged forward, it was as if it had a mind of it's own, except, oh yeah, i was driving it. i hit my back on the back of the car and lo and behold, if you wouldn't know it....i had the steering wheel in my hand, but somehow, the steering column wasn't attached to it anymore. i had yanked the steering wheel off the car.

this is why, in these instances, when t is getting things ready to work on the car....i am doing this.

heading to the gym