I finally resigned myself to getting my car fixed. I hate that I put off the whole "You need new ball joints" advice until 26 days before Christmas, because JBelle really needs some new toys at our house. I'm also getting new shocks because I need them. I didn't realize how much I needed them until Thursday when I wanted to die every time I moved and my car just kept bouncing me around. Oh, and an oil change. But after the other two things, that's not such a big deal. Hey, I'm only 3,000 miles overdue!
BB's business will be taking care of all that tomorrow, which means I will be driving Ruby, the Jeep. And she is tall. So tall, in fact, that I could not have driven her had I tried today because I would not have been able to get into the car. See, I'm wearing a pencil skirt and I had a hard time lifting my leg to get into my car and that's only a foot or so off the ground. I could not lift my leg any higher than my knee. And Ruby comes to my chest. See my issue? So we are scheduled for a car switch tomorrow morning. And that means I get to drive the Jeep when it's 30 degrees out and it's an open top. Good thing I'm going home tonight to get my down coat, wind pants, fleece gloves, hat, and scarf. I'm gonna need it.
Although, to be honest, I love the Jeep. One night we went rock crawling up a foothill and it was unlike anything I've ever done. It felt similar to a cartoon, where a car takes on a personality and will of its own. While BB was driving, it didn't feel like he was in control. Rather the Jeep was the one climbing up the hill and we were simply watching her from inside. Going down the hill wasn't nearly as fun, but looking at the city and the sky from the top of the hill was awesome. That's the beauty of a town built on a flood plain.
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