Yes, every time you say "I'm going to MOVE somewhere," the cosmos and the karma gods suddenly decide to toss out a few snafu's to keep you on your toes, I am convinced of this.
Pete's car died on Friday. He got all the way here to Virginia from Pittsburgh and realized as he turned the corner near my street that "hey something's not right" with his transmission. Turns out the darned thing is CRACKED in several spots, and needed to be completely trashed and replaced, BUT that would cost an arm and a leg to do. So he's junking his car, and he's already managed to somehow find another one to purchase. (Lucky slob). He's getting it after Labor Day though so until then, we're using my little blue Neon for everything. (Yes, and for the trip to Michigan).
More later.
Love, Becky
Monday, August 25, 2008
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