Oscar has an owie. It was beautiful yesterday, so Shan, Josh and I went for a scoot to West Vancouver to look for boots. All was fine and good, except Oscar would not start. The ignition tried to fire up when I pressed the start button, but after a sickly sound or two there was no more – absolutely nothing happened when I pressed the go button. As much as I like to claim I am an independent woman complete with hands being thrown up at me, it is at this point that Shan and I started to call boys. I can build you a computer with my eyes closed then make a 4-course dinner while balancing budgets and textbooks on my head then kick your ass at the video game of your choice for dessert, but I just don’t do vehicles or engines.

Ed didn’t answer his phone, so Josh came downstairs and managed to kick start Oscar. Once he was going, he ran beautifully and we went for a glorious ride. The start button just would not work though, so we think Oscar’s battery may be dead. He has an after-market alarm, and it probably drained his battery so now I have to figure out where to get another one and what to do with it. I should make Ed do it, since I had to call upon a backup knight in shiny armour – seriously, what the hell is the point of having a husband if he can’t come to your rescue when you need it? It’s a good thing Josh came scooting with us; Oscar had to be kick started three times and I was only able to do it myself once. I do not like having a broken Oscar. It makes me sad. I also need to practice my kicking.

I have to go make myself presentable for the thing. I am unfathomably nervous. Between the thing and Oscar’s owie, I could really use some excellent karma so this morning I did this. It is neat idea. You should do it too; then we can try out the mesh network and freak out the squares with our green and white plastic laptops.