Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Yesterday I waited for nearly four hours at the Chevy dealership...for routine, general maintenance. The delusional guy in the booth told me "about an hour." Hmm. His concept of time was slightly skewed. However, my adjective for the booth guy quickly changed when (at about the three hour wait mark) he told me that he was not going to charge me one red cent for my car's service. He is now the handsome and generous booth guy who will always be my service consultant until I die. I saved a hundred bucks. So, for sitting in the Chevy lobby, watching the news, I basically made 25 bucks an hour. So worth the wait.



A quick picture of Quin. Yesterday he was playing Rock Band and waiting to go to a birthday party for a little boy in his 2nd grade class. I just think that he was looking so great. Love you Quin.