I love the fact that even though I have grown up and left "the nest", I can still call my Daddy at a moments notice, do my best imitation of whatever new noise my car is making, and he says stop at the auto parts store, pick up 'insert random auto part here' and bring your car over and I'll fix it for you. Yay for my Dad who's been riding to my rescue since 1983.
p.s. how is it that my car knows that it's almost paid off? Could it at least let me make the last payment before it starts breaking....
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