Joyride!

Dad and I took my car to Digger for repairs on Friday. It was ready this afternoon (fifty dollar fix to prevent owning a paperweight with wheels), so Dad and I went to pick it up.

Not twenty minutes afer I got home with the car, Carrie decides to go to Bloomington. This was after a ten minute debate with herself over whether or not to go (I refused to make the decision for her).

Then she worried that I'd be mad at her for her taking my car after I just got it back. I told her that I wasn't going anywhere and I eased any more concern she had by calling her a weirdo.

She just walked in the door about ten minutes ago laden with sacks, so I'm guessing she made the right choice.

She mentioned something about going up to Bloomington again this week. I think she's happier to see my car than I am.