Another Adventure with the Saturn

Approaching my exit off the 22 freeway this morning, I knew something was not right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I definitely knew that the Saturn was losing power. I pulled off the freeway onto Beach and coasted into the Chevron parking lot on my right. Just then, the ol' beauty sputtered out.
Joy, joy, joy.
Called workplace, informed receptionist. Got out to check oil. Couldn't lift the stupid hood. Random guy in late thirties asks me if I want help. Umm, okay.
Turned out that Random was a mechanic. He checked my oil, then he proceeded to check everything else. I kinda wanted to just call AAA, but, hey, the Saturn was getting a free checkup, and I decided to take it. Random regaled me with tales of cars he has worked on. It was hard to follow him though, because he threw in lots of terms that glazed my eyes like donuts. I wish I could write them down, but I have already forgotten them.
Then he made me get in the car and put it in drive, then 3rd, then 2nd, then neutral, etc., etc., for what felt like an eternity. It was so hot and sweaty outside. And my turkey-and-swiss sandwich, which I had so dutifully brought to work so I wouldn't go out and waste money as usual, wasn't doing well. Figures.
Somehow, Random rigged my car so that I had enough power to get to work. I had almost made it there, when I went to brake, and the brakes didn't work, like something out of a nightmare. I was on the phone with Aaron, and he told me to put on the emergency brake. I looked over, and saw that it was already on. I felt like a huge dumbhead. So I took it off, and my brakes sorta worked. Sorta. I had to push reallllllly hard. Scary!
So, looks like Aaron and I may be looking around for a new-used car. Let us know if you have any tips!

The upside

to accidently subscribing twice to a magazine is:
when you knock an issue into the toilet because your husband leaves the seat up, you have a dry one out in the living room.

Owl Schmowl

Having been chastised today by my blog mentor, I am going to try to blog more often. (Blog mentor, you know who you are.) You see, I have felt that I need to have a weird, almost Harry-Potterish experience if I were to have any post-worthy material. You know, like getting a letter from an owl, or something. The thing is, some of my favorite posts that my friends have written are more about the mundane, Seinfeldesque aspects of life. I don't think I can reach their caliber of humor, but, I can at least share a bit more about the daily grind . . .
I woke up this morning with a sore throat. I still have it. I'm not sure if it's allergies or a cold. Are there any other allergy-prone people out there who had a sore throat today? Maybe I'll have to get some Yogurtland to soothe my throat. That wouldn't be so bad.
Also, doesn't it suck when you are approaching a large intersection, and, thanks to the abruptly braking car in front of you, you realize that the signal is out, and said intersection is now functioning as a four-way stop? It's like, goody, I now have time to plan out the next 70 years of my life as I sit here. I think my goal for the next 70 years is to get Aaron to eat steak.