Day 3

I picked up the truck today and always ran it into the house. It doesn't really fit in the driveway, or rather, it fits but I can't open the doors - either doors. The guys who are working on the house next door took up the space in front of the house, so I have it parked across the street. And some damn Honda is now parked in front of the house, so I can't move it until they leave. This sucks.

I had to move the car dolly myself which was not an easy thing to do. I felt like I was deadlifting 500 lbs. I probably need to pick up a lock for the back. The last thing I want to do is load it and have someone break into it the night before I leave (i.e., Sunday).

I just got back from taking Mr. Rocky to the park. There were tons of people there so we just did a revolution and then came back. I stopped at Giant Eagle and picked up a couple of steaks for Mr. Rocky and me since this is probably the last regular dinner. I also used up my 20 cent gasoline discount.

My breaks are still squeaking. I'm pissed. The dealer couldn't fix it and now it looks like Firestone can't either. I paid for the latter, so maybe I'll drop by a Firestone down in Texas and show them the receipt, point to the guarantee on the wall, and demand that they fix. Needless to say, I'm not impressed.