Ed’s Garage, that is. And I don’t know that Ed worked on it, so maybe I love one of the other grease monkeys there. In any case, I <3 whoever fixed my car.

I took it in thinking the brakes needed to be replaced, and also because the check engine light came on.

The brakes didn’t need to be replaced, just adjusted. They’re nice and tight now.

As for the light, it was turned off, and I got some advice: “Turn the gas cap until it clicks. That’s why the light keeps turning back on.”

No one could’ve told me this before?

What is this photo you ask?

A couple of kids in a Honda Civic, presumeably from Dulaney High, making out right in front of my Den’s window. Hey, this is what you get when your apartment overlooks a parking lot … and for that matter, this is what happens when you go to make out in front of somebody’s window. What, don’t they make parking garages anymore?

I hope he takes off her shirt. She’s cute (from what I can see).