My car's at that age when everything on it is starting to break. Manufacturers program car parts to break so that you have to continually buy new parts. It's how they make money. The rotor I got for it is too small for my car, by a lot. So I'll take it back to Taylor's; which I figured something would go wrong. Although there was apart of me that said it would be fine. Well I know now what voice to listen to.
My neighbors moved and I'm not sure why but they left a lot of stuff at their old house. Stuff that has made its way to me and my amazing hope chest (look it up if you don't know what that is). My step dad even found a water bed in the top part of their garage. Now, I would touch a water bed if I found it in a garage. There's probably a reason it's in the garage to begin with. That hardly phases my step dad. Of coarse he's got all these plans for it before even testing to see if it can even hold water. The plan is to give it to Nick, to help his back. Although I really don't think it'll help any. He's game though, and he's a big boy so I'll let him do what he wants. I have a water bed so I know what it takes to care for one.
Dad and Judy let their cats in the house because it's getting so cold. They're not like my outside cats which have grown thick fur coats and look like they're fatter. That's a good thing. It seems so long ago that I had all four kittens running around the back yard, laying on my lap, or just being shooed out of the flowers. Now Annabel is with Grey, who seems to have made up his mind about sticking around.
Greys not Smokie though... Smokies been here for a while. And I'll never let him leave again. :]
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