I'm thinking about starting a new blog and calling it. "WHAT THE FUCK, CAR!?" I'm also checking every bush for a skirt-clad Kutcher in a trucker cap, giggling like a school boy.
Not to mention an incident last week when my passenger mirror was knocked cockeyed by a palm tree that decided to tumble down on me at a stoplight. I can see what's going on under my car. (Ground control to major Tom.) As for the huzzy's car, I'm kind of thinking we should just cut the top off and make it a convertible. Either that or maybe we need to move.
Um...Portland? Earth to Portland! Come in Portland. I want to live in you. Either that or I would like trade the Civic in for a tank.