Down one more

Oh, so freaking close to 50!! Next week, peeps...I'm doing it next week.
I was going to reward myself with a new pair of jeans once I hit the big 5-0, but as my car started acting up right outside Starbucks (at least I got all the way to Fish Creek and all the way back!), I think I'll be picking up a new timing belt or fuel pump! Oh boy!!! Of course, Baby Girl is 20 years old this year, so I shouldn't complain...it's just so freaking inconvenient! Good news is my mechanic lives across the street from my Mom & Dad's, and I'll be there on Monday. So I just have to get it there - she's going to stall out a lot, but she does start back up again. It'll just be a slow drive down - pray for green lights the whole way.
Off to pick up insulin for Mr. George, and possibly a flat of cat food (good thing the vet is only about 5 blocks away), and then I think I'm home for the afternoon, juggling finances to figure out where I'm going to get the money to pay for said timing belt/fuel pump. Being a grown up is such fun!
Later,