It's hot today. Like, really really hot. I just walked down to the VW dealer across the street from me, to pick up my Golf that demanded to take this really really hot day off. I can't say that I could ever endorse the purchase of a VW by a friend or family member: Since leasing her in March of 2000, my girl has had 1) a windshield wiper violently fly off during the middle of a rainstorm, 2) a severe oil burning problem that put me on the brink of killing her many a time, 3) a faulty airbag that rendered the car "undriveable," and now 4) a malfunctioning hose of some sort that set off another dire-warning light. What's interesting is that Jess's Beetle had the same light go on at precisely the same time -- we decided the VW mechanics must have a button they can push when in need of funding for Fourth of July BBQ supplies.

It surprises me that something that looks so simple and sweet can actually be incredibly flighty.

I have so much to say about my trip back east, I don't know where to start. And my comments are totally f*ed so I'm removing them altogether. For now. So don't panic. Ha ha ha ha. This heat is making me crazy.