Rabbits' Guy asked for a picture of the other wheels:
We both buy all our cars used.My own car is eight years old, and a plain-jane sedan. BF has been trying to talk me into this car, also at Cooper's. It's a Shelby GT500. Not me, really, but I'll bet it screams.
THIS is me, and I'm a little tempted: 1972 Ford LTD with a 351 V8 Winsor engine. And only 27,000 original miles.
But it's the white leather upholstery that really gets me. Sweet. I think I'll stick with buying needlework though; having a car payment would cut into my hobby budget.
I'm a little shaky right now. I was off work today to have a tooth extracted. Why the tooth had to go is a long, stupid story of dental malpractice on the part of both a dentist and an endodontist with both a botched root canal and a shoddy crown. I went to a different dentist recommended by a friend who relieved me of my poor ruined tooth today. I have never had a tooth extraction before; like most things, the anxiety about it was worse than the execution. While it didn't hurt really, it wasn't a great deal of fun, and now that the novocaine is wearing off, I think it's going to hurt a bit. On the way home I stocked up on soft foods: pudding mixes and tapioca grains and gelato and ice cream. While I waited I did get to stitch a bit on Ann Wallace:
Peaches: "I'm built for speed. And I get 90 miles to a bale of hay."
Happy rest of the week!