When I was a kid there was a little game where starting with the thumb, you touched a finger on one hand for each word in "My Car Broke Down What Shall I Do". Whatever finger was "Do" folded under, and you skipped it each iteration after that. On the final "My Car Broke Down What Shall I Do" only the thumb is left and the answer is "Hitchhike!"

I guess I should have done that rather than take the dang thing to the shop. Sigh. Two wheel bearings and a state inspection later.... We won't talk about the brake pads it needs.

Tomorrow is the meeting with Fr Dalton. I'm a little nervous. I know that he's not going to say "WHO are YOU to think you can get married?!" but for some reason my knees still knock when I think about the meeting! I'll be glad to have that over with and have an idea of what needs to be done to fulfill the Catholic Church's premarital requirements. Right about now I'm wishing I was a member of some other, less complicated religion, but I know that will pass soon.
- posted by cam @ 6:52 AM