We have a fellow injured soul at 1528 North Franklin Place.
Rita has lost an eye. Her front left one, to be exact. Jon and I woke up the other day to find the headlight dangling like a booger off the front of the car.
Our current fix includes masking tape and a boatload of prayers to the car gods.
Vehicles are expensive. Especially old ones.
P.S. We pronounce booger "boo-zhay" - a la, French Target - in this house. Love it.
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You're killing me over here.
ReplyDeleteSeriously. I just read that outloud to the general public at Starbucks in Amherst. I cannot wait to see your crippled self!
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