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Then it's about like my Mom's first boo-boo. She said I "made" her get a Volvo...all I said was if she was taking my kids, she was taking my car, or getting her own 4-wheeled safety cage. A red TransAm slammed Mom, bent the frame on both sides. She had it towed to the shop as she was carted off in the ambulance for "precautionary" reasons. She called and said, "I didn't mess up my new pretty front lights, did I?" I said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about your lights." She said, "don't tell me I totalled my car"...
If you decide to resurrect I'll send Mark out with a SawsAll...I have an entire "gated community" named, "I can fix that".
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