so - here I am just chillin - chatting with no-longer-banned-RSH and my daughter calls. The one who just wrecked my Maxima that I gave her. "Mom's car (the one she took) won't start" f'ing battery is dead. I get to make the 10:30 run to wally world, get a new battery - at least she was right about that. Change that sucker out in the pitch black night - which terminal is which? blah blah blah. Crescent wrenches are my friends sometimes. This episode pales in comparison though when in college I changed out the water pump on my MGB on the drag in Austin in the street. People were like "what are you doing?" - "I'm fixing my car, you don't know how to do it?" Been a suuuuucky two weeks.