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I was telling Seth a couple days ago that I never named my current car because I just never really got a sense of personality from it. But today on the way home from Les Schwab, I could've sworn it felt like the car was skipping in glee. The whole car seemed to be riding higher and prouder.
And Les Schwab by the way... full of hot 18-24 year old boys in their starched little uniforms with iron-on nametags on the chest. Troy. Chad. Steve. Troy looked so much like Joaquin Phoenix. Yum. I was feeling all Mrs. Robinson about my cute-boy lust until this little old lady and her lapdog sat down next to me in the waiting room. She asked if I was reading "Mary Queen of Scots" for high school.
hahahahahahahaha!
Age is all relative, isn't it?
And Les Schwab by the way... full of hot 18-24 year old boys in their starched little uniforms with iron-on nametags on the chest. Troy. Chad. Steve. Troy looked so much like Joaquin Phoenix. Yum. I was feeling all Mrs. Robinson about my cute-boy lust until this little old lady and her lapdog sat down next to me in the waiting room. She asked if I was reading "Mary Queen of Scots" for high school.
hahahahahahahaha!
Age is all relative, isn't it?