Chaos
Car still isn't quite fixed. We replaced the battery. We replaced the starter. And it was working beautifully until last night. So Dad thinks it might be the ignition switch. And I'd be handling all of this much better if I didn't have to bring it to the dealership. I hate that. I hate having to go there. I always feel like I'm a new fresh faced starlet on the corner of Hollywood and Vine and all these wolves are leering at me. It's like I have sucker on my forehead and on Hank's windshield. I mean, aren't cars just supposed to work?