Mannix is dead.
Actually, Mannix is so close to dying I'm about to cut the life support.
Mannix is my car. Was my car. Now he's stuck at the Saturn in Franklin because he started making a terrible metal-on-metal sound that will cost me $1400 to fix.
So, alas, I must prepare to bid fare-well to my long-time friend.
I spent the day at Adam's watching the kids while his mom was gone, and the rest of the day was spent anxiously awaiting Clarke to come rescue me from the crazy house. I wasn't about to be stuck there with his mom all afternoon.
My sister has been planning on getting a car in February and then giving me hers. But Mannix just couldn't make it another month. It figures.
A special shout-out to Chrissy, who volunteered to meet me at my apartment at 4:30 a.m. on Thursday to get me to work in Franklin (training) by 5:30. You're a pal, Chrissy: I'll sell an extra pizza kit for you:)
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
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You work in Franklin, now? God, how I loathe that town. All those Lexus-driving richer-than-thou social conservatives and their teenage spawn. I have spent the past 20 years trying to escape its deathgrip grasp.
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