Hang in there, the holiday season can be very stressful. Maybe try counting every other one.
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They melted. Now I'll NEVER be able to count them.
"Drizzle, Drazzle, Druzzle, Drome; Time for this one to come home. Be just what you is, not what you is not. Folks what do this has the happiest lot."
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They melted
Well, I bought a new old car. 1964 American Rambler, Typhoon edition.
Yes, it runs mostly off of strong winds from the Pacific.
I live about 30 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico which is why I haven't been able to start it.
I had a Honda Civic, Hurricane Andrew edition, for several years.
They don't salt the roads, but the sun is pretty brutal on paint and plastics.
The front floor pans are rusted through in some spots but everything from basically back of the front seat is still solid.
The car still has the original inline-6 engine, all the trim pieces, and even the original radio and A/C.
What it doesn't have is any of the seats or carpeting, the steering wheel is a bit busted up, the gas pedal broke off, and the top of the dash is cracking really bad.
I only paid a thousand dollars for it though.
He could, but only if he's a good boy.
We had an old Rambler in the 1960s. The holes in the floor let us watch the road move beneath us back then. Maybe half the width of a pea, like screw holes.
That's quite practical. That way, when you spill your drink, you won't have to worry about soaking it up later. Also, to clean the car out afterwards, you can just use a hose.