I went home to switch cars with my mom. I brought my newest hobby with me, which is knitting. I was sitting there in my green sweater, knitting telling her how I joined a bowling league. She said I was turning into an old woman and I was doing "Wisconsin" things. Holla.
So let me tell you why I had to switch cars. The car I borrowed from my mom (because the other car needed to get fixed because it was making loud noises as I drove) has problems starting. On special occasions, specifically the occasions I want to go somewhere special, the car would decide not to start. I have a special connection with cars. The connection is not a positive one, it is more negative, in the sense that cars hate me. Lets hope the car problems seize and desist for awhile.
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