counting the days

Re-Pete asked me this morning how many days would it be before she grew up. She's 4. She says she wants to drive. Damn. I say let her, she's probably do a better job than some of the shit heads living in my town.

Can it be that the vacation is over already? The week before Xmas was torture, but the last few days have just flown by.

Didn't get my dream car, but then again, if I had, what would I dream about?

To quote a really cool guy, Cool Runnings.