And I forgot to call my Daddy, too.

I may not know a whole lot about cars, but I know this--When one spends a couple of hundred dollars having ones brakes replaced, one shouldn't drive have to put all of one's considerable weight on the pedal to stop the car. One also should not have their brake light come on accompanied by an ear piercing beep (seriously, Volkswagen, you couldn't have installed a more pleasing sound?). One shouldn't experience these things especially after one saw the mechanic take one's car for a test drive.

Okay, I'll get out of the hypothetical and into what happened. My brakes may have made a horrible metal-scraping-metal sound, but by God they stopped the car. Driving down Hollywood Boulevard, after leaving the garage where they assured me I had two new rear brakes and my front brakes were fine, I nearly ran over a skater boy when my brakes failed to stop in time and I rolled into the intersection. I knew something wasn't right as soon as I pulled out of their parking lot, but I thought it was just because they were new. After the near fatality, I made the first right I could find and headed back to garage where I, still shaking from the look of horror on skater boys face and close to tears, cried out, "Something ain't right with my brakes." Turns out the mechanic failed to screw the cap on my brake fluid receptacle causing air in the line or something. They're fine now, and oh so quiet.

But look what I did while I waited for Manny, Moe and Jackass to fix my brakes.

















Posies!!! I modified the recipe. It was originally done on straight needles and seamed. It's too little to seam. Here are the originals (below). I think mine--done in the round with an I-cord stem--are better.

I'm making them for some ladies at work who were very helpful this week.

One last thing...
Look what's parked in front of my apartment, as if parking on my street isn't difficult enough.



I wouldn't mind it was actually working and making me some ribs.
mmm...barbecue!