I technically know what to do to change a tire, but I've never done it and I always assume that I won't be able to get the lug nuts off because they'll be too tight.

So, I'm really warming up to Bernice the Kitten. Last night she jumped on the bed, curled around my hand, purred a lot and then fell asleep. This morning I caught her playing with Dean's tail, while Dean just sat there and let her. As soon as he saw me he ran off, but there was still playing.

The big thing is I found a name I like - Penny (as in Big Bang Theory). I ran through a list of names including SPN names (since Dean is named for Dean Winchester) but Penny seems to be it.

I told you it was irrational, ita !

Hrm. I've only punched one person, and that was in the gut. That makes me kind of sad. I've slapped a few more, which makes me feel sadder; I should have punched them. (Date that didn't think no meant no, until I started whaling on him, and then I drove off without him. WhatEV, jackhole. And a couple of guys who thought it was funny to dare me to hit them. Um. I TOLD you I would do it. Twice.)

And someone stole my damned hydraulic jack, which pisses me off. I'd love to punch them in the face. GRR.

Ginger, I've always driven sedans, so the spare was always in the trunk, and changing them was easy-peasy.

Sophia, current-season whitefont.

They're also acting as if Anita is a tiny part.

OB apologises. One of the few times I wish I had a normal name. It wouldn't be the same if I lied.

I'm feeling really good about the Elvis Costello song, now.

OB said my name in French.

I realize, once again, how much I hate when teevee shows have auditions for high school shows as part of the plot, because they are ridiculous.

The truck spare is removed by retrieving a number of thin rods from a compartment behind the front seat and screwing them together into a long rod with a handle at one end. Then you lie on your stomach and thread the rod through a hole in the bumper and into a hole on the side of the spare holder. Turning the handle unscrews the thing holding the tire up. There are scraped knees and hands and considerable cursing involved.

Oh, yeah. Roadside assistance on THAT BS, Ginger.

I have never changed a tire.

When my brother had to have a girlfriend change a flat tire for him, I made sure to learn tire changing. I thought that was awesome.

Of course, I'd spent a lot of time in race garages so the theoretical knowledge was likely already there. But I wanted to be able to do it if need be or if I could make someone reevaluate what "girls" could do.

Much like I changed my oil once and checked it off of the list.

OB apologises.

That is both awesome and a little creepy when I put my long name in there. I am going to try a nick and see if I can listen to the whole thing.

eta: I can totally listen to the whole thing when I don't get the "Edward Cullen watching you sleep" vibe from it. Well done, OB.

I have changed my own oil, but the second oil change places appeared that would change the oil for $10-$15 more than the retail price of the oil, I said "Hallelujah" and stopped.