I love my Volvo

My mom, looking with us (Granddad and I) under my wagon.

Granddad, pointing to the ominous dripping from my transmission.

She's a lady, though.

I love my Volvo.

Sarcasm?

No, actually.

I love her.

Today I cleaned her, and also was shown her "leaks".

She reminds me of the "unclean" ladies in the bible with their, uhm, issues.

I love her, regardless.

I painted her license plate frames.

"John 3:8", my favorite verse,

with a dandelion blown by the wind.

Thoughts;

Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight; why are people telling me to bring toast?

Article deadline today...

Got a haircut!

Need a job.

I am a rose.