Yolk = glue
I go out to my car last night to run an errand, and Holly makes the comment, "Wow, some bird took a huge crap on your car." Meh, whatever, I thought. I get in the car and look through my rearview mirror, and my entire back window is covered in... something. We get out and look at it. And what do we find? Someone egged my car. Yeah. Bear in mind, I don't have any enemies (that I'm aware of) in this town, and I've done nothing to anyone to warrant this. Seriously, WTF. I've GOT to get out of this apartment.
That, and after taking my car in last weekend to get a new timing belt, the damn thing now makes a god-awful screeching noise while it's idling. So I have to take it back in and tell them to fix it.
I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than coffee to get through this hellish Monday.
That, and after taking my car in last weekend to get a new timing belt, the damn thing now makes a god-awful screeching noise while it's idling. So I have to take it back in and tell them to fix it.
I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than coffee to get through this hellish Monday.