Mike: your tires are squealing, when was the last time you put air in them?
Mike: why is your Service Light going off?
Mike: do you need an oil change? When was the last time you had an oil change?
Today I came out of the grocery store, and my back tire was so low, I thought I had a flat. A helpful gentleman looked at it, didn't think it was completely flat, and suggested I go across the street to the tire place and have them check it out. So off I went.
Service Dude: When did you last put air in your tires?
Service Dude: Is it a Jeep Limited or Jeep Laredo?
Me: ummmmmm, Limited??
Service Dude: How many miles are on it?
Me: blank stare.
Service Dude: Do you have Triple A?
Service Dude: Can I see your card?
Me: (searching through purse) hmmmmmm, must be in my other bag.
New Service Dude: So how many tickets have you gotten?
Me: Speeding Tickets?! Only one!
New Service Dude: No, for your expired inspection. It was due in October.
Me: blank stare.
Maybe taking care of my automobile should be a New Years Resolution.
So the snow has finally stopped, after dumping over four feet onto us, my outdoor Christmas decor is completely covered, the snow banks are taller than Frankie. No outdoor runs, but I did hit the treadmill three times, so it's all good. But I was really looking forward to this weekend, a kid free/dog free weekend in the form of a Christmas party Saturday, and going to the Buffalo Bills/Cleveland Brown's game Sunday. But the weather has other plans, in the form of an Nor'easter heading our way. I knew we had to cancel when my friend Dawn (from Buffalo) started talking about bringing toilet paper and extra food in the car, in case we got stuck on the Thruway for a day or two. I feel bad for Mike, who is a huge Cleveland fan. Although I was a little nervous when he he said he was going to wear his Cleveland hat, because I heard Bill's fans can be a little nutty.
I can't help but add more snow pictures:
OH! And I forgot the winner of my CSN Giveaway! Thanks to everyone who entered, random.org picked #66, Karen from The Burrows Underground. Send me an email and I'll get you hooked up!