Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is a virtual vampire. She looks into the passenger-side mirror of T-Hoe, and cannot see her reflection. OH! WAIT! That's because there is no mirror. Just the guts where one belongs. Funny how the mirror was broken by Farmer H on May 23, and it's still not fixed. Funny now Farmer H said he was working on getting a part all summer. Funny how the new mirror was supposed to arrive last Friday. Funny how the parts guy forgot to order it. Funny how it was supposed to arrive Monday. Funny how it was the wrong part, without chrome on top. Funny how Farmer H needed the VIN number of T-Hoe today while I was at the dentist with The Pony. Funny how Farmer H has said all along that he can put in the part in five minutes. Funny how the parts store suddenly cannot get the right mirror, and Farmer H has to get it from the car dealer.
NOT FUNNY how Farmer H says he will have to drive T-Hoe to work on Friday, to get the mirror put on at the dealer.
Friday is my last day of freedom before school starts. Leave it to Farmer H to muck around until the very last minute and steal my freedom. No frozen custard for me on Friday!
Oh, and in case the part doesn't come in on time, Farmer H says he will need T-Hoe on Monday. I don't think so. It can wait until next summer. I'm not giving up my car when I need it for work.
I've spent all THIS summer without a mirror. I might as well put it off for a year.