Eating, driving, and my eternal youthfulness

Here I am, to fascinate your reading self, with the riveting news of my life. Because you want to know.

I ate two ginormous Idaho baked potatoes for my dinner. Because I have a delicate appetite. I loaded said indigenous vegetables with chili, and cheese, and sour cream. Because I enjoy being slender.

This was a long day, which involved work, and exercises, and running around the planet in my car. My car needs to have some preventative maintenance done. There are belts that should be changed, apparently. There's also filters, and pumps, and various mysteries under the hood, which require some attention from time to time. The time is now. A thousand dollars is all I need. The good news is that I rely upon my car not-at-all. Ugh. My sister, Andi, is going to drive us to the family reunion, so that we don't have to risk being stranded in the middle of Nevada. Have I mentioned that my car has 130k miles on it? I have not changed the timing belt, or the serpentine belt. I have changed the tires, and the oil, at regular intervals. So that's positive.
The good news is that poor people like myself don't lose money on the stock market.

Lately, every time I type "Myself," it comes out "myslef." I do that with "You" which always comes out as "oyu." Why do I do that?

Also, I got carded buying wine today. That always brings me such joy. Turns out, the cashier has a son who was born the same year as me, went to the same high school as me, and she still thought I was in danger of being 20. She is my new best friend.

I have to go digest now. They were very large baked potatoes, cooked in many calories of butter and seasoning. I am going to be huge.