This week I had a flat tire on the freeway. My tough little truck has BIG tires. Honey and I and a nice passerby guy who had just moved to L.A. (natch–no “real” Angelino would stop) changed the tire. No single one of us could lift the damn thing. When I went to get a replacement (gash in the sidewall), I found out that tires are $210 EACH. They say you buy cars with your reptile brain. I want. Truck pretty.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my truck, but it seemed less than smart when I can’t change the tire by myself and the replacement costs that much.
The other day I was washing out Biscuit’s water bowl. She had fresh water. She walked over to the mud puddle I created washing the bowl out and started to drink. I called her to the clean water. She sniffed and lapped at it for a second. Then she went back to the puddle. Water. Mud. Drink.
I’m about to go off to a meeting where I have to faciliate a high-end discussion. My boss’s boss asked me to do it. Hope I can get to higher order thinking. Given the way things have been going, I’d take the under.
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