he's baaaaack...

Good news on Handsome Rob: It wasn't the head gasket! I'm still not sure what it was, but I've got him back and he seems to be doing alright. (I'm getting a copy of Handsome Rob's charts for future reference, though.)

Oh, and did I call it, or what? The Chrysler 300 was not available for me to rent for the weekend. Instead I drove a Chevy Impala--and although it was several very important steps up from that silly Aveo, it left me missing Handsome Rob.

So it's really a good thing the 300 wasn't available.

My ride for the weekend

I've got to say, I typically handle stress fairly well. It's not that I love it or look for it, and sometimes I freak out for a minute and have a good cry. But usually, I can take it all in stride: work-related stress, break-ups, grad school (which was self-inflicted), etc. But do you know what causes this Ginabean the greatest turmoil?

Car issues.

Car issues bring out the worst in me; I find myself fighting the grump that hovers about me when I have car issues. And I think it's because I don't know cars. At all. In fact, in talking cars with boys, they use words that I swear they're making up just to see exactly how gullible I am. For example: when Goose texted, "You may have blown a gasket," I thought, "Yeah, I'm stressed out, but I think that's a bit of an overstatement." He then went on to talk of a head gasket. Which is a real thing in cars, folks. (I want to say it's somehow connected to the...radiator? Somewhere near it?)

Anyway, my retention for all these car-talk words is something like 9 seconds. Unless I write it down. (Even then, my retention ain't great; I still have to refer to what's written before I start actually talking about it.)

But I digress.

I picked up Handsome Rob yesterday afternoon and requested that the guy show me the coolant reservoir (had to chant that phrase to myself all the way to Eaton where Handsome Rob was staying for the weekend); I had him show me so that I know what to check if my car has issues overheating again. (Coolant reservoir=Merrill's idea. Keeping an eye the temperature gauge for the rest of my life=Goose's idea.)

So now I can look under the hood and not be completely lost! (Just mostly lost, I suppose...)

So glad to have Handsome Rob back! Here's wishing him a long and healthy life from here on out!!!