??? — Why did it take me almost a week to figure out that my ’67 Mustang’s running a ’66 Falcon tranny? I know that D’s a Falcon and Z’s a Mustang. Hopefully this will make a difference in the nightmare that has been the Great Torque Converter Hunt. The good news—the transmission’s no longer in the trunk. It’s laying in the driveway.
??? — Why am I seeing books written in the first person, present tense?
I walk into the bar and our eyes meet. My heart begins to pound.
They remind me of those old choose-your-own-adventure books from childhood.
If I play it cool and head for the bar, turn to page 5. If I start panting and flash him, turn to page 16.
And sex scenes in first person, present tense? Not my cuppa tea. Ick.
??? — Why am I seeing my fellow WordPressers updating? I don’t wanna. It’s scary. Very, very scary. Rather see the silhouette of a butcher knife through my shower curtain kinda scary. (Yeah, I’m still running 1.5. I start twitching when I see numbers like 220.127.116.11 and 18.104.22.168. Not just the eye twitching. Simultaneous eye and shoulder twitching.)
??? — Why was I thrilled to turn 30, and turning 32 and 32 didn’t bother me, but turning 33 soon has me wicked freaked out? (The husband will be turning 50 in November, and he’s less freaked out than I am.)
I’m not even going to broach the subject of child-related mysteries in my life. It was a full moon recently, no?