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Jun. 3rd, 2004 08:51 pmOk, so, well, today could have been a lot worse i suppose. Hell could have frozen over. It could have turned out that the pope isn't catholic, that bears don't shit in the woods.
Both cars are working on being out of commission. Emerson won't be ready until Saturday, and Master's car we aren't really certain what is wrong with it.
Normally this wouldn't suck quite so much. Now it does, because He is going to be gone. i have to work every day. i have a 45 min. commute one way five days a week. i have to have a dependable car while He is gone. i was nearly in tears after the man from the garage called. We drove over so Master could look the car over and as i sat there in the waiting room, Master came in and said He would help pay for the repairs. After all, said He, we always take Emerson to the desert, but Max is part His dog too. That made me feel some better about the car, and opened a whole floodgate of emotions about Master.
Then on the way home, His car started acting queer. Now i feel miserable. He won't let me even offer to help pay for His car expenses, and won't not help me pay for mine. Some might see this as a win/win situation for themselves. i don't.
We took Max to the beach this morning. He enjoyed rolling a tennis ball into the surf. He always managed to catch it before it went out with the waves. The waves were a bit high, the tide was coming in, but good o'Max had a grand old time. Then he came home and got a bath. He sure does clean up pretty.
And now he is laying on his couch looking like a piece of silly putty. There is not one part of his body that is where one would expect to find it on a normal animal. i can't even begin to explain, except it looks like he was put together backward.
Both cars are working on being out of commission. Emerson won't be ready until Saturday, and Master's car we aren't really certain what is wrong with it.
Normally this wouldn't suck quite so much. Now it does, because He is going to be gone. i have to work every day. i have a 45 min. commute one way five days a week. i have to have a dependable car while He is gone. i was nearly in tears after the man from the garage called. We drove over so Master could look the car over and as i sat there in the waiting room, Master came in and said He would help pay for the repairs. After all, said He, we always take Emerson to the desert, but Max is part His dog too. That made me feel some better about the car, and opened a whole floodgate of emotions about Master.
Then on the way home, His car started acting queer. Now i feel miserable. He won't let me even offer to help pay for His car expenses, and won't not help me pay for mine. Some might see this as a win/win situation for themselves. i don't.
We took Max to the beach this morning. He enjoyed rolling a tennis ball into the surf. He always managed to catch it before it went out with the waves. The waves were a bit high, the tide was coming in, but good o'Max had a grand old time. Then he came home and got a bath. He sure does clean up pretty.
And now he is laying on his couch looking like a piece of silly putty. There is not one part of his body that is where one would expect to find it on a normal animal. i can't even begin to explain, except it looks like he was put together backward.
