How can someone so smart be so dumb when it comes to proper car care?
Seriously. It's not rocket science. You drive a few thousand miles, you take it to a Jiffy Lube, pay them to do whatever it is they do, and drive away. Another few thousand miles, you repeat the process.
After 10 times doing that, you take it in to the transmission place for servicing. Pay them $60 bucks and you're on your way.
And--here's the kicker--if the Check Engine light comes on, take it somewhere to have it looked at.
It's not there just to add panache to your dash.
(Like that? Panache to your dash! Check Engine adds panache to your dash! Somebody write that down.)
Long story short--30,000 overdue miles and one Check Engine light later, we now have a car that will not pass emissions testing.
So, thank you, dear.
Thanks for saving us the $500 in oil changes by costing us $1400 in auto repair.
Valentine's came early for me this year. You shouldn't have.
You really shouldn't have.
Last night we had a follow-up conversation about the laptop incident...
Me: "Remember when you used to love me?"
Him: "I do love you."
Me: "Yeah, I suppose. But you love the MacBook Air just a little more."
Him: "No, I don't."
Me: "Okay, if you were stranded on a deserted island, and you could choose to have a MacBook Air or me there, which would you choose?"
Him: "Well, it wouldn't really be a deserted island, then, would it?"
Me: "Oh, just play along!"
Him: "You, of course."
Him: "Because there wouldn't be any electricity on a deserted island."
Me: "But what if there was?"
Me: "What if there was electricity AND unlimited internet access?"
Me: "Electricity, unlimited internet access, and Steve Jobs. In a Speedo."
Him: "Why would I want Steve Jobs in a Speedo?"
Me: "I don't know! You tell me!"
Him: "You. Always you."