This year's Valentine's Day was great and eventful. I spent it with a cute, sweet, smart, sexy guy! As I am quickly approaching his house my car drops something and quickly becomes loud, I mean LOUD! Of course I panic for 1/2 a second, any longer and I could have lost all control (of myself, not the car). Once I realize the car is still in motion, forward motion, and the temperature gauge is not rising, no other lights but my check engine light is on (this light has been on since December), I don't have any smoke or flames coming from anywhere around the car, I call my cute boy and tried to calmly say, "My car is breaking, right now."
Luckily we (me, Rose, and the car) made it to his house safely. Greg crawls onto the ground to look underneath the car and sure enough, something dropped. My catalytic converter fell, still attached to the muffler, being dragged along on I-15 for maybe five miles...ouch!
But first, the spoiling...
Breakfast was a scrumptious french toast, each piece grilled to a flawless texture melting in my mouth. The sweet aroma filling the kitchen, a buttery syrup complimenting the french toast mixture of fresh eggs with the perfect amount of cinnamon and a few other secret ingredients; yes I did say the eggs were fresh, thanks to DeeDee and Crystal! It was easy to eat slowly and let my mouth make sweet love to each and every bite of the three pieces I happily ate.
Back to my car see if Greg can tie the fallen catalytic converter back up until I take it in to my mechanic, which I have made the appointment for the up coming Tuesday days ago, or if he will need to take it off. Verdict comes back with having to take the cat converter off. Not longer after the decision, all of his tools were excitingly laying by the Honda. As a huge side note, I did not hear him get frustrated during this removal process! Holy shit, seriously? Seriously! Either my car behaved well or he just doesn't let this stuff get to him. Maybe a little bit of both.
The catalytic converter finally falls to the ground, just then its realized that the muffler also needs to come off. My god, I drove around town in a Honda Civic with no muffler... please, no name calling or profiling. Driving to school and back on Monday was so loud, and driving to Skiba Auto on Tuesday was not any quieter, but I sure was gangster cool.
Upon returning to Greg's Monday evening after school, we slide right in to the quietest place on Valentine's night... we are smart, we went to the grocery store to buy all items needed for another of his mouthwatering meals with a cozy table reserved for two. Fettuccine Alfredo is on the menu with a delectable glass of Cabernet Sauvignon (the second glass was just as tasty). And the music selection added so much energy and romance to the rooms, couldn't help to sing-a-long for a couple songs and dance to many.
It seems I have kept this boy busy with foods and cars for one day; on a new note, I did not hear him complain once. One day I will cook for him, one day. But the car stuff I will leave solely to him.
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