"Sounds good," I said.
Then I came home, wondered aloud where Clara was, opened the back door, and she and the neighbor's dog both bolted into the house covered in mud, ran a lap around the kitchen, and bolted back out the door again. Clara was so muddy that she slipped in the kitchen and skidded across the floor on her mud-covered side, leaving a big brown smear.
Then I showered, got dressed, went outside, hosed off the dog, brought her inside, cleaned up the kitchen floor, got the baby up and dressed, got Rebecca up and dressed, dropped them both off at preschool / day care, and dropped my car off at Firestone for an oil change / state inspection and have already been informed that I need something expensive having to do with the brakes. So it looks like this trip to Firestone is going to cost something like $350-ish. And Joel wonders why I wait so long between oil changes....
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