I Give Them My Car, They Give Me Money.

That's how I tried to explain CarMax to my niece last night. She kept saying that I drove back home with her because "Kye car broken." I don't think she gets the whole idea. I love her. I was tired and I put my head on her carseat for a minute and yawned. She patted my cheek and said, "Kye tired?" in a sweet little voice, like she was mimicking us talking to her when she's tired. It was so cute. Then, she squealed and pushed me off of her carseat. I have to sit up straight, it's not the right way if I'm leaning on her carseat! And, I have to zip my jacket up all the way. That is an important part of her world- full use of clothing options. If it zips, by golly, ZIP IT. If it has a hood, put it on. If there are gloves in the pockets, put them on. If you are using your sneakers as slip-ons by just folding down the heel, DO NOT LET S-BOOGIE KNOW. There will be a long negotiation period regarding not only the proper way to wear sneakers, but also your lack of socks with said sneakers. Eventually you will be approved to leave the house, but only after a few disapproving looks. yeesh... It's like I'm living with a mother. Not my mother, because my parents were perennially apathetic about our personal style. As long as it wasn't technically illegal, then I think it was fine with them. Anyhow. I sold my car. I quit my job. I'm leaving on a midnight train to Georgia. I'd rather live in his world, than live without him in mine. Hee hee.. Actually, it's a 9:30 train to Oregon. yaayy!!!