Cars and Key-Lime Bars

When faced with something that you have to do or something that you want to do, which do you chose?

Today I decided to be childish and do something more fun than going to a tire store and having my wheel patched. While I love Sir Didymus (my car), I just couldn't handle the thought of having to wait in a creepy little room that has an odor that reminds me of horrors from the past. Or bearing witness the employees that for some reason generate the mental imagery of zombies. Just thinking of it makes me cringe. (Just for the record I have nothing against the actual people at these places, it's the atmosphere of said shops that is evil.)

Besides when faced with the option for a dreary creep-fest or baking key-lime bars, the baked goods will always win hands down. Added bonus of making the delicious sugary morsels, was to hang out with my confederate Leah. I also did feel that she deserved to partake in the scrumptiousness, due to the pitiful fact that I made her watch the Japanese version of Dark Water with me over the weekend, I have one thing to say about that: DREADFUL. Sorry Leah.