Wandering Aimlessly

My mom just got a new car. It was well overdue, as the minivan she drove up until today was purchased before Mr. JT was even on the Mickey Mouse Club (a.k.a., circa 1990). It's an Accura, and it's pearly white, and it has a nifty navigation system.

My parents now own five cars. For someone with the last name of, say, Timberlake, this might not be unusual. But for someone with my last name, it seems... excessive. Ha. Except not, because they are needed. My dad has his company car, my sister has my dad's old company car, my mom has her brand-spanking-new Accura, I have my Malibu (for which the title is technically still in my father's name), and there's the van, which my dad refuses to get rid of in favor of having a vehicle to haul his wood and machinery and whatnot in.

So, yes. We are a Five Car Family.

Nothing much else exciting is going on.

The girls at work and I made plans today to go out after work next Friday. This excites me, because finally, I'm "making friends" at work. Not that I wouldn't have hung out with my coworkers before now, but the opportunity has persented itself and that makes me happy.

I work tomorrow. And then I have to exchange the jeans I bought last week (the seam lost a few stitches and is developing a hole... bah!), and maybe get a dress to wear to Emily's wedding. Except I don't like shopping for clothes all by myself. I need second opinions to tell me when I truly look hideous in something. Ha ha.

And I reallyreally want to see Pirates again. Maybe tomorrow. Anyone up for a trip to the AMC? Hee.