Because every day it kept getting flatter and flatter and everyday i
got more and more pissed off about it. So off it came and was dropped at the shop. Once repaired, LAD jumped right in to help re-attach it. No questions asked. Well, plenty of questions, but, you know.
Then I made him wash the car. Yeah, right. He wanted to squirt
the whole thing down with window cleaner. STOP squirting the car with
it! He was ecstatic when it WAS finally time to wash the windows, but
it took FOREVER to get to that point, in his frame of time.
This was all last weekend. This weekend, Thomas the Tank Engine! I hope we
don't have to wash him and he has steel wheels, so we may be in good