dad Mojo
Ah. My dad has just called. he has worked his Dad Mojo and has found me a suitable car. One that is in good shape and no hidden problems. HIS car. Papa decided to pay off the remander on his car (which was less than a new used car) and give me his 2004 Lincoln. Then he as purchased himself a brandnewspankin Lincoln.
I will have wheels sometime this weekend.
I am to change the oil on time.
I am not to put too much "s**t" in my car. The car is not an extension of my closet. The car is not storage.
The car is to remain looking like a car, not like a dungeon master's lair that has met with National Lampoon's Animal House. So no more soda cans, donut boxes and toga parties in the car.
And its an adult car, so I will look like an adult. its a Sales Executive Vice Present's car without pesky male compensations. Silver, sturdy, well-built, slighly pricey -- no p****. My father is 64 and has never had and never will have Testosteron difficulties and a very healthy sarcastic ego so no difficulties with compensating for d**klessness.
And the sparkly metalic silver paint will go nicely with my sparkly silver temples. Bonus! :kitty:
Congratulations on your new car, Mim. It was very kind of your father to give his car to you.
Re: dad Mojo
I am not to put too much "s**t" in my car. The car is not an extension of my closet. The car is not storage. The car is to remain looking like a car, not like a dungeon master's lair that has met with National Lampoon's Animal House. So no more soda cans, donut boxes and toga parties in the car.
I keep telling myself the same about MY car, Mimian. Longest I ever kept that promiss to myself? 2 days!!! :happy
I am SO much happier since I gave up on keeping the car clean. It IS an extension of my living area. It IS my private space on the road. If the car isn't happy about it, she (yup, my car is a she) should get another job. If my hubby isn't happy about it, he can clean it up himself. (He wouldn't DARE!)
My daughter loves it. She can always eat cookies in my car without being worried about the crumbs.... :love:
Now, before anyone thinks that I'm so bad. I clean it out once a month, just before anything in it actually start to come to life! No Frankenstein-monsters in my car, unless they pay rent! :dance
Re: dad Mojo
Ah. My dad has just called. he has worked his Dad Mojo and has found me a suitable car.
Isn't Dad Mojo wonderful? My Dad has come with me twice on car buying trips, helped me out on several other occasions (including a similar oil situation) and I've been pleased all times.
I am not to put too much "s**t" in my car. The car is not an extension of my closet. The car is not storage. The car is to remain looking like a car, not like a dungeon master's lair that has met with National Lampoon's Animal House. So no more soda cans, donut boxes and toga parties in the car.
My Dad just shakes his head and doesn't look. Like Sylviane, my car is my purse. I shake it around and clean it out occasionally, but it never stays clean.
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