FRAK.
So I drove to Target this morning and took the bus in from there. Tried to rush for the bus; wound up stepping in mud up to my ankle. Lovely.
CRAZY day. CRAZY. Totally flat-out, all day, no time to breathe, much less check email.
Came back; tootled through Target for a bit. Spent too much, but bought what I came in for plus three cami-tops, two pairs of men's sleep pants (read: Walking around Pennsic Pants!), and three boxes of cereal. Oh, and a pair of winter boots for next year.
AND THEN.
My engine light came on just as I was getting home. Car seems to be running fine. Though it does have 145K+ miles, so it could just be a routine thing.
But FRAK.
Ashleeeeeeey! Why are you doing this to me?!
CRAZY day. CRAZY. Totally flat-out, all day, no time to breathe, much less check email.
Came back; tootled through Target for a bit. Spent too much, but bought what I came in for plus three cami-tops, two pairs of men's sleep pants (read: Walking around Pennsic Pants!), and three boxes of cereal. Oh, and a pair of winter boots for next year.
AND THEN.
My engine light came on just as I was getting home. Car seems to be running fine. Though it does have 145K+ miles, so it could just be a routine thing.
But FRAK.
Ashleeeeeeey! Why are you doing this to me?!