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feldmanAfter several weeks of job stress, bronchitis, and holding things
together with gum, twine and cussed stubborness, I glimpsed behind the
curtain of the great and powerful wizard known as Mr. F. I drove his
car. It cannot be described, even though I spent far too much time
crawling around in it this morning to make the car seat safe for
Cmonkey transport, as the harness was supertight and yet the seat
barely attached to the car. The highlights:
* total absence of leg room for the passenger, due to garbage
overflowing onto the seat
* which is dusted with powdered sugar
* which hopefully explains the stickiness of the ice scraper I
retrieved from the effluence
* which I used to clear the back window for the first time in days
Once I dropped off the Cmonkey, incredibly late, I got over my
seething rage at the condition of the car seat. Yes, there's no
telling how long it's been a suffocating deathtrap, but take the
freebie, you know? I turned off the heater, which was too busy slow
roasting the midden riding shotgun to get to my frozen toes. I kept
letting it go every time I picked it back up; grace is an amazing gift
because it's damned hard to pull off.
Then a jewelry store commercial entreated me to "Go where love takes you."
I realized, in my case, that would be the dumpster.
together with gum, twine and cussed stubborness, I glimpsed behind the
curtain of the great and powerful wizard known as Mr. F. I drove his
car. It cannot be described, even though I spent far too much time
crawling around in it this morning to make the car seat safe for
Cmonkey transport, as the harness was supertight and yet the seat
barely attached to the car. The highlights:
* total absence of leg room for the passenger, due to garbage
overflowing onto the seat
* which is dusted with powdered sugar
* which hopefully explains the stickiness of the ice scraper I
retrieved from the effluence
* which I used to clear the back window for the first time in days
Once I dropped off the Cmonkey, incredibly late, I got over my
seething rage at the condition of the car seat. Yes, there's no
telling how long it's been a suffocating deathtrap, but take the
freebie, you know? I turned off the heater, which was too busy slow
roasting the midden riding shotgun to get to my frozen toes. I kept
letting it go every time I picked it back up; grace is an amazing gift
because it's damned hard to pull off.
Then a jewelry store commercial entreated me to "Go where love takes you."
I realized, in my case, that would be the dumpster.
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Date: 2007-12-18 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-18 06:31 pm (UTC)--f
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Date: 2007-12-18 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-19 04:22 am (UTC)retrieved from the effluence - LOL. I've learned not to question those sorts of things too much, just clean it and forget it as quickly as possible.
My vehicle has bits of graham crackers, goldfish in varied states of pummelage and plastic toy soldiers amongst the discarded wrappers. You know it's bad when your toddler says, "This is messy." Although I respond by saying, "You ought to know, you made it that way."
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Date: 2007-12-19 06:19 am (UTC)Wow.