Fagulous wrote:This morning I told a lady I was waiting on she had a smudge on her forehead. She said she knew. I was like, "Oh, I just have to tell people when they have something on thier face, I can't pay attention otherwise." She kind of laughed and said, "You're going to be saying that alot today." I looked at her like she was a total fucking freak, then my brain finally decided to go, "cross/black smugde=ash + Wednesday= Ash Wednesday:Catholic"
I got all beat red and said "oh, OOooH, yah kinda forgot what day it was."
Ouch. I'm sorry.
If it makes you feel any better, I didn't remember until I went to CB for breakfast and they mentioned their fish special.
Mosh_Mosh_Revolution wrote:Yay! I was waiting for you to say some lame car... Your car is brand new, too! Poor thing!
Yes.
Not as ridiculously new as it was in October when someone whacked it in the parking lot (hit and run), but still quite new.
Though I guess interpretations may vary. While it's only been around for 6 months, I've put in excess of 2,000 miles on it for each of those months. That's actually yet another reason I feel bad about seeing it hit - I overwork it enough as is.
Also, yesterday was its half-birthday. It should have been a day of festive celebration, not trying to track down errant insurance agents.
Mosh_Mosh_Revolution wrote:I've got a blue-green ("ocean") Toyota Camry. n_n But it's old... It hasn't suffered much as of yet, though. My car sends sympathy to yours.
YAAAAAY! Toyotans unite!
Also, Camrys are
amazing cars. I actually tried to convince my parents to sell me their old Camry as my first car way back in the way-back-when, but they said they needed at least one reliable car. (Their other car was a Ford [di]Sable, which had cost them enough in repairs and maintenance over the years that they could easily have bought another Toyota with the money.)
How old *is* your Camry? I know of at least two people in my area who drive Camrys dating from 1985 (or earlier) which are still in fine condition, so I've come to the conclusion that cute, spirited Japanese cars age on a completely different time scale than sketchy American ones.
My car appreciates the sympathies, and sends back lots of love to its big cousin.
