me; cars

It’s been so long since I had a car that was technically my responsibility – so long that when my maintenance required light came on yesterday, I convinced myself that that meant that the car would explode if I went over 50 miles an hour. Let’s just go ahead and add cars to the list of things I shouldn’t be trusted with, up there with nice jewelry and kittens.

And just so we’re all clear – it wasn’t a baby. It was full of cans.

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