My dad always knows what I'm talking about, even if I don't. He helped me fix my vehicle tonight and I can honestly say that was the main event all day for me.
I've been having issues with my vehicle since the day Russ left for work, of course it won't happen while he's still home, it has to happen as soon as he walks out the door. I knew I had a weak seal somewhere but I didn't know how to fix it, so naturally, I called my dad. He knew exactly what was wrong as soon I started making the noises with my mouth. First thing he did was laugh at me, then told me to find some duct tape and some baby wipes. I taped the crap out of my broken vacuum seal so now when I stop at a red light, I won't stall! I no longer have to fear breaking down in the middle of a busy intersection or having my exploder (explorer) sounding like it's ready to blow up. It's a temporary fix, but It'll do till I go visit my parents when my dad can actually fix it properly for me.
I really have nothing else to talk about tonight. Lately, I just want to curl up in a ball and hope everyone is gone and I don't have to talk to anyone anymore. I just don't enjoy people as much as I used to. I'm sure it has something to do with everything that's been going on in the past few weeks and months. I'll snap out of it eventually.
Until then, Goodnight
Signed The Busy Bee who now has a better running exploder.
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