oh…my…gawd…i…got…my…car…back!
These past two weeks have been the most unbearable of the bunch. I have been dreaming about sitting in my car; imagining myself behind its leather bound wheel, feeling those 250 horses flexing. It’s been too much to deal with.
So when yesterday afternoon around 1600 the body shop called me and said, “Mr. Brown, your car is ready,” I just about fell out. I send a quick email to my boss, and boogied out the door. 30 minutes later, I was picking up Rick and heading to the shop to get my beautifully restored car. I am truly amazed at the skill of the shop in making the car look like new.
Man, I’m moist.
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