Last night, about 5:15, G calls my cell phone as I'm driving home.
G: We have a problem.
Me: Great way to start a conversation.
G: The car exploded.
Me: Exploded? I don't even know what that means.
G: It means *boom*, flames, explosion...
Me: Flames! What do you mean flames?
G: It was acting funny. I pulled over, opened the hood, and flames.
Me: Where are you? Oh my God, is that you at mile marker 6?
G: Is the car on fire? Then it's me.
RIP Maybelline. You were a good car. You were also a bit of a diva, and even at the end, you had to choose the week our house goes on the market to go out in flames - literally.
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Holy heck, a car-b-que...that's what we called them in Northern Virginia, the place with all the traffic woes.
Holy crap!!
Could the timing be any better?
Also, Amy cracked me up with the car-b-que comment.
Car-b-que. That's funny, Amy!
Oh my God!
That's awful news, but I still laughed out loud at your conversation.
Your husband sounds just as funny as you.
Maybelline? Where did THAT come from?
Maybelline comes from her color. She's "Medium Red," in Saturn speak. It's the perfect lipstick shade - not too red, not too brown, just right.
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