bourque the bunny :: da ‘brook :: january twenty-second ought eight
When I last saw this little dude, he was living in my 1992 Subaru Loyale. Bourque the bunny - forever known as BuBu Bubaru Bunny.
After a long protracted battle with two Mazda dealers, I traded in my brand-new Mazda for a brand-new Forester. I should have gone back to Subaru instead of getting the Mazda… Oh well. Its all done. I’ve got a nice, shiny Subaru and some poor fool is getting my Mazda. I’d almost feel bad about it except “there’s nothing wrong with it.” As long as the new owner doesn’t hit potholes, they’ll be just fine. *sigh*
We got some really bad news last night… I’m having a hard time comprehending what it all means and what’s going to happen. I’ve always planned for the worst and hoped for the best - but thinking about the worst case scenario right now is making me sick to my stomach. I don’t often buy into prayers and all that, but one of the girls in my knitting group prayed and burned candles for me when I was going through the worst of the job doodie. Did she make it all pan out? Did my dad? I don’t know - but I don’t doubt that it helped.
Send good vibes… please.