I drive in what I like to call a shit box. Unfortunately that’s not a nice name, but I only tell the truth (well, most of the time I do…) So, luckily both of my windows have recently broken in the S.B. They just don’t go down anymore which is helpful. In the winter the driver’s side window broke in the sense that it wouldn’t go up – it was stuck down. Needless to say my drive from Cambridge to Andover (my commute at the time) was not an enjoyable one. Go figure that now in the summer they are stuck up instead of down.
Also, instead of blowing amazingly cool and refreshing air, the AC blows out hot air. Gotta love that. That’s when God blessed my little S.B. with a sunroof. But does that help? No, not really.
Listen, I’m not ungrateful or spoiled. I’ve actually never had a ‘nice’ car (one day I will though.) At the moment I don’t really have the money to splurge on a new one, and you know what? The S.Box gets me from point A to point B. Because of this I will proudly use that Monte Carlo to get from here to there, I will not be ashamed when I have to open my door (instead of roll the window down) to pay the toll on the Mass Pike, I will try to get as much air as I can from the sunroof, I will carry deodorant in my bag so I can reapply before going into work and most importantly, I will drive that shit box around with an effing smile on my face.
Ok now on to last night’s dinner which was inspired by A Boston Food Diary’s pizza. Mine is pretty different (I forgot to buy ricotta cheese this week and didn’t feel like going to get any…) but even though it was different, it was still very delicious.
Since Colin made me an amazing steak dinner Sunday night, I figured I should repay him! We both really enjoyed it. :)