When i returned home from my second trip to Best Buy in as many days (the black evos came in today), DH's car was gone. He finally went and got the thing fixed...actually ended up getting a new tire. Finally.
And then he starts to tell me about his trip to Camp Perry this morning and doesn't stop soon enough when he realizes what he's telling me. Some dumbass see you next Tuesday ran him up into the grass by St. C's this morning because she was too busy texting while driving to see him on his motorcycle. He doesn't get this is why I hate those things. It's not his skills on the bike that worries me...it's all the morons on the road that don't see the bikes.
Re: finally...