Tonight a very special thing happened. Not just my attendance at the Jazz game, though that was very special. No, my car hit 100,000 miles on the WAY to the Jazz game. It's perfect, really. Almost poetic. Right as I was getting off the 600 S exit, I looked down and . . . voila! My car is so good to me.
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And yes, I am nerdy enough to plan ahead, knowing I'd be hitting the 100k mark and bringing my camera for the very special moment.
LOL. I figured that was what happened. I am, however, slightly concerned that you took that picture while on the freeway...we just won't tell your insurance company. :)
Worry not, Liz. I did not take the picture; my gentleman caller did. Okay, I really just wanted to use that phrase ever since I heard it on the first season of Gilmore Girls.
And I was getting off the ramp and slowing down anyway! (okay, I might've taken a picture, too, but he took the one that turned out)
p.s. Little does my insurance company know that my license plate is what's kept my driving record 100% awesome. =)
Oh good. I was worried that you still on a high from the birthday weekend and that you just went snapping pics like a crazy woman...
I can't say that's not a possibility . . .
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