Gee Willickers!

The shaggin' wagon is officially fixed. You can all bow your heads and give me an "Amen". $160 and a quick flash of the twins, and it's drive-worthy again. (Mom- I didn't really have to flash anyone, well, not the entire boob, maybe just the tops.) Anyhoo, the beast is back on the road and I couldn't be happier.

Actually, I could.

I could not be driving a Kia, aka: Death Mobile, Piece-o-Shit, Shit Mobile, and/or any variation of those words. I suppose I should be thankful that I actually have a car to drive, since I am a little scurred to take the city run busses. Thinking of creepy men asking me if I'd like a bite of their hotdogs, and asking me which stop I'm getting off at, and then conviently getting off there too. Couldn't do it.

I could however, deal with a new car. Not even a brand new one, just a new to me car.

Meh.