My triumph of the day
Jan. 6th, 2003 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantI put together two-dozen-odd pieces of pastel-colored plastic to assemble a large birthday present for my kidlet.
And ... I'm neither bleeding nor crying. Go me.
I also have my own car back (sporting a new taillight panel and a new bumper and smelling faintly of paint). After I returned the evil loaner to the body shop, I had to throw away the packet of tissues that had been in there, because they smelled so strongly of smoke and cherry air freshener that I couldn't bear to get them near my nose.
The only thing I regret about parting with the loaner is that it means the end of the spouse's efforts to describe its personality. First he christened it Willy Locar. Then he said, "That car won't go anywhere but between El Paso and Las Vegas." Then he said, "No, I take that back. It will also go between a dreary storefront fundamentalist church and a dreary basement strip club disguised as a lingerie shop."
We're unlikely to meet again, since my own car will mostly only go between the library and Barnes & Noble.
And ... I'm neither bleeding nor crying. Go me.
I also have my own car back (sporting a new taillight panel and a new bumper and smelling faintly of paint). After I returned the evil loaner to the body shop, I had to throw away the packet of tissues that had been in there, because they smelled so strongly of smoke and cherry air freshener that I couldn't bear to get them near my nose.
The only thing I regret about parting with the loaner is that it means the end of the spouse's efforts to describe its personality. First he christened it Willy Locar. Then he said, "That car won't go anywhere but between El Paso and Las Vegas." Then he said, "No, I take that back. It will also go between a dreary storefront fundamentalist church and a dreary basement strip club disguised as a lingerie shop."
We're unlikely to meet again, since my own car will mostly only go between the library and Barnes & Noble.
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Date: 1/6/03 03:45 pm (UTC)And ... I'm neither bleeding nor crying. Go me.
You win. I was asked to put together a Hot Wheels track for my son and I couldn't do it. The answer I finally gave, while pulling out my hair was, "Get your father to do it when he comes home. This is Daddy's job, not Mommy's!"
BA in Liberal Arts (from a women's college, no less) and I can't make plastic parts fit together to have a small metal car go down them correctly.
Feh.