Write about: the engine.
Spent the morning harvesting most of our squash in the garden: the acorn, festival, spaghetti, and delicata are all curing on the deck at Kat's parents house. I'm leaving the butternut to ripen a little bit more before I collect them as well.
Hung out with Max this afternoon, which was pretty low key since he's still getting over his latest cold. Did I mention he caught another one of those? I guess because I've managed to avoid its clutches so far it must have slipped my mind.
Knock, knock, knocking on wood...
"I don't know what to say."
"How about... you were right?"
"Hah. Fine. You were right. This is a beautiful car."
"I know, right?"
"I don't know how you got such a great deal on her."
"Hey, I drive a hard bargain, all right?"
"I guess! Damn... okay, let's pop the hood."
"What do you mean, why? To see what kind of shape the engine is in!"
"Uh, well... there's just one... little problem with that..."
"It doesn't have an engine, does it?"
"Well, no... not yet..."