OH HAPPY DAYS

Day was just made infinitely better this evening. Call from a good friend sparked a big smile.

A sucky meeting with someone who's trying to do my job but can't do her own sucked even more when her proudest idea involved drawing cartoon legs on a television set or using crass bathroom humor to sell a $2000 product. But what do I know? Maybe pooping references really do sell.

On a much better note I finally have a car. No more running for my life across the highway. No more payphone calls "Can you pick me up" as I pack my lunchbox. No more fun walks on sidewalk-less streets on a 95 degree atlanta summer day.

Something I learned this weekend: when the car dealer can't spell circus or parent, types .02 words a minute, and assures you his forte is math yet fails at simple division, find another car dealer.

NOTE: This applies for anyone you may encounter that can replace car dealer in above statement. (ie. When the two dollar hooker can't spell circus or parent, types .02 words a minute, and assures you her forte is math yet fails at simple division, find another two dollar hooker.