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My Mom is a Gear Head; and, My Dad Cracks Me Up

Today is my birthday, and I treated myself to two new tires.  Yep.  Tires.  Not diamonds or rubies, or flowers and chocolates, but tires.  There is something very wrong about buying yourself tires on your birthday.  It is just too freaking practical.  Necessary, but practical.  My parents called me this morning to wish me happy birthday.  … Continue reading