She was tired. And hungry. You can tell a lot about a gal by the way she drives.
She doesn’t know I can blog, so... shhh... don’t tell her, OK?
I snuck this onto the web along with my monthly OnStar diagnostic report
By the way, is snuck a word? I can’t seem to connect with spellcheck...
James here. Carla’s car. 2010 Camaro. She’s in love with me, you know. Smitten. She’s written many a blog about me, you know, so now it’s my turn...
Tired, hungry, and a little nervous. OK, so I fishtailed a bit on that turn onto Route 16- the road that leads through the notch, past the highest mountain in the Northeast... But my Perreli Fire and Ice snow tires got a grip, and up we went.
She thought about turning around. I could tell. She hit the brakes a few times just to test me. I passed the test, so she drove on.
She turned on the radio. That was a good sign.
Blue flashing lights. That was a bad sign.
We’d almost made it to the top when we had to stop. Those lights.. in the dark, with snow as reflector. The whole universe was nothing but flashing blue. A tow truck, too. Some idiot must have been going too fast.
My clock said 8:45pm. She turned the radio off. She started to shake, just a little. Those lights. I knew it was those lights. I glared at them with my own. I sent a little pulse of warmth to her heated seat, hoping it would relax her a little... that tight grip on my steering wheel was starting to hurt!
“Wild Cat, then Pinkham Notch Visitor Center, then Dana Place, then Jackson.” she whispered, listing landmarks, “The roads have got to be better once we reach Jackson. Then home... Just gotta drive slow, that’s all...”
I’d hate to be a tow truck. They don’t fit very well on mountain roads. It took forever.
Forever over, we headed down. Sanded, salted and plowed on that side. Whew.
She gave me a warm sponge bath this morning. Which, I must say, I deserved!
Mm. I love how she loves me.
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Girls and their toys. Boys have been copping grief for loving their toys for years, I understand completely.
I believe the past tense of snuck is snucked.
It's true. Me and and my love for James is a source of constant amusement to my family & friends. They say I wash him more often than I shower myself! (It's probably true. *blush*)
James?
Tee hee.
James, I think "snuck" is a word, part of the "sneak, snack, snuck" trio, related to "think, thank, thunk." I think today, I thank yesterday, I thunk the day before. Why dictionary writers can't get it, beats me. I enjoyed your entry, by the way and you can count on me, my lips are sealed. :-)
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