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Vincent's* wheels are still there. I did not really get to bed until after four, and then I got up a couple of times after that because I could have sworn I heard someone in the front driveway. So I got maybe three hours sleep.
Definitely have to go to Pep Boys today.
*Vincent is a black mid 90s Mustang convertible my husband bought off of eBay a couple of years ago. It's like an old racehorse: pretty to look at, still goes pretty fast, breaks down a lot.
My husband calls the car Vincent because it is black, vaguely sinister looking, and with a mysterious past. I call the car Vincent because it keeps trying to kill itself.
Definitely have to go to Pep Boys today.
*Vincent is a black mid 90s Mustang convertible my husband bought off of eBay a couple of years ago. It's like an old racehorse: pretty to look at, still goes pretty fast, breaks down a lot.
My husband calls the car Vincent because it is black, vaguely sinister looking, and with a mysterious past. I call the car Vincent because it keeps trying to kill itself.