Goodbye, old car ...

... or, further proof that I am, in fact, the Kev!n B@con of GJ

It's time to say so long to the shaggin' wagon. As you all know, I've moved into the 21st century and have had automatic windows for a week. This has been more of an adjustment than you might think. It's been rather snowy here and I needed to use the windshield wipers for the road muck on the windshield of the NEW car.

Well, the wipers worked fine. Until they needed washer fluid to scrape through all the lovely brown water spewed from the big rigs' tires onto my window. And then I tried every bell and whistle I could find to try to squirt just a little bit of something on the windshield... but nothing happened. I actually had to stop at two gas stations just to sprint out of the car and wash the windshield because I felt like I was trying to drive through chocolate milk and I couldn't see.

Thank goodness for my modern husband. "Push that little button on the end of the lever," he said. Oh, yeah, that lever. Riiight.

Soooo we advertised the car in the newspaper and got two calls - one from a creepy guy named Herb in Cl!fton and another from a lady who turned out to be the mother of a student of mine from last year. What are the chances? So now my former student will be riding in my old car. Crazy. It was good to see him, though, and I'm happy that the green machine is going to a good home in the country, with lots of roads to drive on.