(That's Twain, if anyone doesn't know)
Anyway, my marbles, have you seen them?
So HG takes the car to this guy we know...it was just the radiator hose or something. Fixed it.
I'd already announced the death!
I had decided that if it cost much to fix it I would just take it to the junkyard. Well, not me because that is sad and would make me feel bad.
Now I don't know what to do: keep going with it, trade it in, sell it.
I know this is a silly and unimportant thing (why it's in mildly irritating) but when I didn't have a choice the choice was much easier.
