You do realize your air conditioning doesn't work.....

So, here's the deal, I am a car whore.  That's right, I'll admit it.  I have three cars and I am the only person who drives in my household.  Miss Priss doesn't count.....even though she thinks she is twenty, she clearly is not.  Clearly.

Anywho......my Mom was visiting this summer when the AC in my daily driver decided to give up the fight.  So, that's perfect timing since this occurred near the end of May.....in SOUTH TEXAS.  So, I was pretty pleased with the timing of it all.  Well, my friend and I did some troubleshooting and discovered that it was the AC compressor.  GAH!  Seriously, just shoot me now.  I had just spend a TON of $$ on my third car which is a restoration project.  

So, I opted to give the lil beauty a great wash and wax, put the lil cover on her and plant her in the garage until I pimped enough coin to fix her properly.  Here I am in the middle of summer sweating my crack off.  So, I had to put the hardtop and the doors back on the Jeep and pretend like it was a "real car" with responsibilities and a mortgage of its own.  Good times.  The Jeep had been a daily driver for years, but I had since been spoiled by the other (now broken) car.  But I digress.......

I have since decided that the use and abuse of the Jeep needs to stop and it is actually getting a bit cooler down here, especially in the mornings, so the broken one needs to come out of hibernation.  My thoughts were like this.....I work 24 hour shifts and I drive to work when it is cool, therefore I drive home when it's cool.....makes perfect sense!

Unfortunately the broken beast also was in need of a "service A".  It sounds a bit daunting to me, but anywho here I am at the dealership doing the "right thing" this morning and having that attended to.  Funny thing is.....I decided not to tell my service advisor about the whole broken AC thing because I haven't been successful at selling my kidney in eBay yet.  Imagine this one......it only took him THREE minutes to come back to me in the marble lounge to tell me that my AC doesn't work.  Hmmmmm, no kidding, I can't believe that.......well I fessed up and told him that I was going to cheat on him AND his service department and have the AC fixed elsewhere at a much later time.  He completely agreed and I feel vindicated.  :)

Either way, I *love* this place.....it's like a fabulous martini bar and they are really nice people here.  I'm now trying to find a way to tuck this loveseat into my computer bag.  I wonder if they will notice.  Surely not.  "Look super cute service guy, something shiny!"   PJ ducks out the door, escaping with the computer bag, the loveseat and my broken car.  Perfect plan.