Three Plagues Converge

In church on Sunday, the lesson was on the plagues Moses called down on Egypt when Pharaoh refused to let his people go...

Those were not pretty times, but they may have been rivaled by my weekend. The three plagues of a dead car, violent influenza and violenter PMS converged in my bedroom! It was not pretty.

By the time the tow truck had hauled away Nellie and I had secured a ride to the car rental place, I'd have just as soon been washed away in the Red Sea. So, when the lady said "how about a convertible for $15 extra?" you know what I answered. Come on, I DESERVED it. You could argue with my logic, but you'd not only be wrong... you'd also have tire tracks on your backside from my brand new (rented) Mustang.

Sally was all you could hope for from a car... and so much more! I never got why guys liked cars so much, but now I know that I missed the whole point. The point is GUYS LIKE CARS. Ex post facto... something legalese... GUYS LIKE GIRLS WITH COOL CARS. Ex post PMS facto... I LIKE CARS and I am saving up to bring Sally back to the ranch as a permanent family member.

At stop lights men were practically begging to hop in my ride. One oh-so-attractive 50 something gentleman pulled up in a very expensive Mercedes, informed me that he "can go topless too" and proceeded to make eyes at me until I left him in my dust. No one cut me off and complete strangers asked if they could open my car door for me.

Sorry Nellie, but Honda has never made me nearly as popular as a good, old-fashioned American muscle car! Grrrrrrrr! I better slow my Mustang down.