I missed posting yesterday. I guess I was so happy that Nina returned to me. I could have cheated and posted something today and changed the date, but that’s not right, right?
It’s amazing how good some candid pictures can be. I’ve received more compliments over the picture of Erin and Nina at the airport. It is a good shot.
Yesterday I was at Lithia getting my Jeep lifted so my new tires fit without rubbing on bumps. Well, that’s not the only reason for the lift, but I’m gonna stick with it for the time being. Now if my spare would come in, I’d be set.
While there I asked the general manager if I could test drive the VW beetle in the lot. He asked if I was interested in buying it and I told him no, I just had some errands to run and needed a ride. He tossed me the keys to a $60,000 pick up. NICE truck. Loaded. His personal truck. I was impressed by his trust and the HEMI in the truck. Wow, that truck has some giddy up. The Magna-Flow exhaust gave it a nice sound and added some ponies. Thanks New Corey.
My Jeep looks great with the tires and lift. I’ll post pictures later today to this post.
Top pic after lift, bottom picture is before lift.
Marylou. She’s a strange old broad. Nina and I were talking about her last night on the way home and we figured that with the strange upbringing that she and Shirley experienced and her solitary lifestyle, she just has no clue on how to act normal. And then there’s the funny shit her meds cause. About once a week, she gets mad at something and you can tell she’s mad. Curt answers to questions, glares at the person that angered her, and other subtle things. The kicker here is that the meds she’s on affects her memory. After an hour or so she gets this confused look on her face and you know that she has forgotten why she was mad. She remembers that she was mad and is determined to remain mad, but the confusion remains. By the time she wakes up from her nap, everything is back to normal.