Well, the wedding is in three days and I still don't know what I am wearing. The problem is all my clothes come from two places - the thriftshop in Tivoli and the Free Table at the gym. Well, acutally, there are two tables at the gym, one is FREE and the other is LOST AND FOUND, but Timmy treats them both as the same thing. Right now I am wearing New Balance sneakers from the free table that I saw at Kohl's for over $80. You can't beat the free table.

And the same is true about the thrift shop, most clothes are marked under $5 and once a month there is "bag day" where you can fill a grocery bag with clothes for $5. Hence, the problem why I can't buy clothes. It just doesn't make sense. ButI haven't seen anything recently at the thrift shop that would be good for the wedding.

So I started pulling out old dresses from the closet. One was so old, it was falling apart on the hangar. Well, time to get rid of that one. I showed one of my favorites to Sabra, and she called it "frumpy". So that's my latest dilemma.

Last week it was my car. I needed to get it inspected, but the "service engine soon" light was on. I told the manager that when I made the appointment, and his voice saddened, as he said, "well, that's going to be a problem." So I took it to the garage, "Needs three new tires to pass inspection", so feeling hopeful about the light, I said "Well, you might as well make it four", and went home to await the phone call. It came. "Well ma'm the light indicates the emission valve might be stuck , we can get a new one for $290". Go ahead, I gave approval. I have to get the car inspected. But when I picked it up, no inspection ticket. You have to drive it now for 50-100 miles and bring it back with the light still off. So I drive for 50 miles, bring it in and my friend Chris who was behind the desk is not there. "He was taking over for me last week", explained the new face. When I told him I drove over 50 miles, he shook his head, and said"You have to drive it more than 80 miles." But we will check it anyway. Sweating bullets I watched them attach the computer to the car. Then, the mechanic drove it into the shop. Oh, No, this isn't good. I watched thru the window as he typed in information on a computer. Finally, I saw him open the driver's side of the car and do something with the window. GREAT...he was putting the sticker on. $21 more dollars on top of $653. No wonder I can't buy a dress. Maybe something will turn up at the FREE table.