i decided it was about time i put on my big girl pants and take ruby roo in for that brake job she so desperately needed. she was growing ever recalcitrant with each application of the brake pedal, protesting mightily with a hideous grinding noise.
she’s now fixed up and i’m $385.67 poorer. happy ruby=near destitute jodi.
but, i was lucky. i got to pass the time waiting for ruby by talking to the delicious, delightful, delovely joots. she made me laugh and laugh and laugh.
i think we should all run up to toronto and buy her beers and make her talk about assholes and books and stuff. who’s with me?