more bitching and moaning
Sep. 10th, 2002 01:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phosfateWell no, actually I got to bring the Busted Hotness home from the vet last night with its shiny new battery. I assume it's shiny. It's not like I'm looking in there any time soon. There followed a trip to the grocery store fueled by the sort of desperation you only see when two heavy milk drinkers are made to do without wheels for five days. MILK! SODA! COCOA! BREAD! And corn chips, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WE'RE OUT OF CORN CHIPS! WILL NO ONE HELP US?
I am pleased, because one more ride on the Joan Crawford Bus is going to have me woofing cookies. I hate to think how that dame handles a car.
Anyway, the B.H. was kind of pissed off for a couple of hours after it got sprung - you know how you can tell, sort of like with a cat that goes about its regular routine, but does it with its tail at a certain angle. I'm not sure if it was from being left alone in a strange place, or because it had a man-ass in the driver's seat. Both, I suppose. But it's calmed down now.
I am pleased, because one more ride on the Joan Crawford Bus is going to have me woofing cookies. I hate to think how that dame handles a car.
Anyway, the B.H. was kind of pissed off for a couple of hours after it got sprung - you know how you can tell, sort of like with a cat that goes about its regular routine, but does it with its tail at a certain angle. I'm not sure if it was from being left alone in a strange place, or because it had a man-ass in the driver's seat. Both, I suppose. But it's calmed down now.