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Paging Mr. Wonderful

It's that time of the month - when I give you a new skin, natches. I thought about your suggestions and doing the snowflake thing... but... well, I'm God here so I overruled that for now. Check out my pretty girlie skin! *wiggles*

Whew, feeling much better for that. In other local news, it has become blatently obvious that if for no other reason, I need a man around to take care of the things men take care of.

Like cars.

I just... I don't *do* cars, k? Haven't had great experiences getting any kind of service for my car - and I swear to you I am that chic that can walk in to Joe's Garage in my cute litte outfit needing wiper fluid and leave $850 later after hearing my car is on the verge of an untimely, messy, noisy death. And more importantly, I'd get stranded in the middle of nowhere and have to WALK in my really cute shoes to safety. Nevermind the minor detail that I NEVER, EVER drive my car.

Really people, it's that bad.

I've only been suckered once or twice, but my normal method of putting people in their place and handling shit like a scary bitch doesn't work when I do cars for the main reason that I just don't KNOW anything about cars! They're all confusing 'n stuff! I mean, I buy a car cuz I look pretty in it and it has a great stereo system. Fast is good. So is sparkly.

*twinkle, twinkle*

I haven't had an oil change in a year (read above about never, ever driving said car), so I figured before the long trek home for Thanksgiving I would just go ahead and take care of that minor detail. Took the wingmen's advice and went to "some oil place on that one highway out in the burbs".

Great. That narrows it down.

Hence, I followed their instructions very precisely. So why did I end up in some scary part of North Minneapolis - or was it West? - unable to see the skyline to find my way home?! People were flashing their gold teeth at me on a few streetcorners, grabbing themselves, and doing "the nod" as I drove by. The plot thickened when I realized I was out of gas.

I drove and drove, cursed highway 55 and friends' directions, and finally found my way BACK to a main highway an hour later. <-- Yup, that happened. Four hours later I was home safe and sound, but without a nice little treat from ANY eateries in the burbs because my driver's side window has been broken almost a year now.

On the bright side, I stopped off at Lund's grocery stores and picked up the best tea in the history of best tea's. Seriously, their "Holiday Blend" (ceylon tea infused with extracts of cranberry; then with the addition of vanilla, cinnamon, orange peel and cranberries carefully blended by hand) is so amazing I nearly drove back for more. It's that good.

All is well in the world again.