Oh my GOD, it's Dog Blog. You may die from too much joy now. (Not the old band Too Much Joy, I should say, but you know, the experience of having too much joy or delight, possibly enough to cause cardiac arrest or something.)
(Via Life in the Pink.)
A quick note about waiting around for your foreign car's super-special wheel replacement to arrive from God knows where: driving on a spare sucks so fucking bad. Oh man. Although I think the super-elderly really bonded with me on I-90 yesterday. I attracted a whole line of blue hairs, also going 45 mph, all in Caddys, trailing behind me like I was the Pied Piper of the Capital District. I think we really shared some special moments when all those balding fucks in low-end BMWs blew by us screaming obscenities and throwing cigars out the window. But, always trying to subvert the stereotypes, I made sure to roll with some Public Enemy blaring and all my windows down, and I am optimistic that the oldsters in my caravan have a new appreciation for Chuck D.
But today the long nightmare ends: new wheel ahoy!