Still waging war with Sprint. M wi-fi has been down again. I get a message from Sprint when I try to log on telling me I have exceeded my roaming minutes. I am standing still and I can see the tower with their satellite from my front "yard".
I can also see AT&T's satellite on the same tower and if their signal strength is so weak that AT&T is having to pick it up, then it is their problem .....
But, I have a new vehicle! Isn't it cute? Our truck finally crapped out and we got a deal on this. When I say "we", I mean He Who buys cars. I have not bought a vehicle in over 40 years. I have no input in the transaction or choice of model or color. I don't really care as long as it is safe and dependable. But, I don't even put fuel in the vehicle I drive either. That is the job of He Who bought it!
I have been driving the VW for over 10 years and I like it just fine. It has all the bell and whistles, cruise control, heated seats and such. Lacks a good sound system, but for the mpg I get, that is excusable. But ........ I like the new car better. It is a rule that the woman should have the better vehicle, right? No? Well, it is a rule in this house.
Have I driven it yet? No. My maiden voyage was to take place last week. Car wouldn't start. Battery was dead. New battery has fixed that. I am wondering if that is an omen. Look closely at what is holding the hood up. Yes, a child size shovel. Stolen from my gourd headed family of scarecrows on the front of the building. This vehicle is defective, lacking the thingy that holds the hood open for whatever it is that goes on under there. Do I really want this car?
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Good God. Have he who steals Halloween decorations go to the junk yard and see if he can find one off a wrecked car...girl you are too funny! Oh, and Verizon has a good name for a reason...
hugs
Sandi
oh i hope it is not an omen for you...the new car looks nice...perhaps the new battery will heal it...
i hate verizon
Red cars rule.
But it's so CUTE! And yes, the woman of the house gets the best vehicle.
I'll see your hood-holding child size shovel stolen from a gourd-headed family of scarecrows, and raise you a back-hatch-holding old crutch left over from knee surgery, stolen off a long nail in a garage 2x4 stud.
We really are married to the same man.
Think of that as an end to your problems, not a beginning.
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