This morning, I walked into the Wilmington Trust office and paid off my damn car. Other than my beloved tinfoil Neon that my parents bought me in High School, this is the first time I have actually owned a totally paid off car. It is a feeling of accomplishment and freedom. As long as it lasts another 200,000 miles or so, I'll have gotten my money's worth!
I tried to get it washed to celebrate but the line at the car wash was like 15 deep at 3:30 when I was on lunch break at work. What the hell? Don't other people have stuff to do on a weekday afternoon? You'd think some people would still have jobs. But I had an eerie lunch break. Besides that, I went to the bank to cash a petty cash check, dropped off some reports at the vital statistics office and grabbed lunch. When I got back to the office, I had only been gone 40 minutes. Usually, just one of those things tends to take the whole hour. Not that I take a lunch break very often. My staff tends to get confused if they see me leave the office because I'm always there when they arrive, work through lunch, and am still there when they leave. They may actually suspect I sleep there sometimes.
Yesterday, Buckley thought it would be a bright idea to jump up on a bookshelf with a burning candle and walk right over it. One whole side of him was briefly aflame, though I screamed and the fire went out as he jumped down. I then traumatized him further by getting my brother, who was visiting, to chase him out from under the bed and I cornered him in the bathroom and then pinned him to the bed so I could figure out if he was really hurt. He wasn't, fortunately, just burnt fur. But for all my trouble I was punctured in several places. He must have forgiven me though, because he still slept in the bed. Ah, kitties.
Wow!! What an adventure!! Congrats on paying off the car!! Glad Buckley is okay...
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