On my way to work this morning, I passed a semi that had some sort of rather large bit of cloth fluttering out from one of the front wheel wells. It looked eerily like a blue plaid flannel shirt. I didn't look up to see if there was a monster driving the truck, that had happened to plow over the REAL truck driver and was now making a mad dash for the state line, but now I wish I would have. Scary or not, I bet that I would've gotten a big reward for turning that thing in to the authorities.

On Saturday, I watched my neighbor change my car's oil, and I think I know how to do it now. In another 3,000 miles, I'm gonna try to do it myself (in his driveway, hopefully, just in case I forgot what I'm doing.) Well, that, and I'll need to remember it's a 17mm wrench that's needed to get that stubborn bolt off. SEVENTEEN, Megan...SEVENTEEN. Don't forget.