Gawd. I felt so gross having to blow my nose every five minutes with the mini packet of tissues clenched in my fist. >_>
Sooos, Wrandi and mi familia and I went to the BIW picnic. She only stayed for a lil while, but it was still nice. The food wasn't bad, and I got an AWESOME hat out of it. Nothing like Wrandi's faux fur pimpin' hat, though.
(<-- That's what my mom called it. mrgreen )
Got home. Read. Mowed the lawn. Gave some naked Barbies to Goodwill, and then mum and I went for frappucinos. Saw Jessica Leeman in Hannafords. It was nice talking to her.
Then I went for a ride on Hogart. Just for the ******** of it.
Damn, I love the Hook pipe SO MUCH. It adds the sound of popping popcorn to the exhaust sounds, but that's okay. It makes it all tie together a lot better. More powerful on the uphill. And I can't tell how fast I'm going, since the speedometer stops at 30mph, but it's definitely not 30mph. wink
And guess what? I can start him on the first try now! Kudos for me! <33333333333
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