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December 01, 2002-8:26 p.m. Tomorrow I am trading the three squirrel-powered Escort in for Beth�s fabulous Focus Station Wagon! You know you�re all jealous! They still haven�t gotten the tires for the truck and I was planning on putting it into the body shop while I was house sitting for Beth this week anyway. So I�m just going to put into the body shop sooner and then when they get the tires in they can change them out. Hopefully they can get it all done this week, otherwise I�ll have to come up with a Plan B and I don�t really want to go there. Yesterday, I lay around all day and waited for Mazda Mike to call me and tell me that my truck was ready. After he called in the late afternoon with the disappointing news that the tires hadn�t come in but I could come and get the truck and bring it back in for the tires. Think again, Mike! I�m not going back out on the road on tires that have been recalled! I�d probably have to sign a release or something and I�m sure not going to do that! So anyway, after Mikey told me I wasn�t going to be getting my truck back in this lifetime, I drove the rented Escort down to the mall and consoled myself with material goods in the forms of Lanc�me cosmetics and Timberland shoes. Today has been devoted to cleaning and laundry. I threw away a ton of magazines and catalogs so I hope the trash man doesn�t get a hernia lifting the can. Can I be held liable for that if he does? Seems like worker�s comp ought to apply in that case. Tomorrow, I joyfully return to work! *Yep. Sarcasm* **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
