Blogmatized

Well, here I am. Thanks to my wonderful Dtr in law---I am now blogging. Much safer then clogging. One is bad on the ankles and knees, the other is bad on the brain. Well, okay, maybe good on the brain, helps to let thoughts out. Maybe some thoughts have a hard time finding there way out, but eventually they leak. Especially when you have a leaky brain. Not sure if you understand, but once you hit fifty, it should happen. If it doesn't happen, the light is off. Totally off. Sooooo today I am on my way to work in the 94 Mirage----yup, one of those cars you think you see, but it really is not there, its just a mirage....well, the idiot light for the airbag comes on. Now I am wondering, is the airbag going to deploy? Am I going to be punched in the face? Do I turn around and go get the other vehicle? Nope, I like excitement. It was really fun wondering what I would do if that happened. So I pull into work and purposely bump into the curb. No deployment. Ahh, I should have bumped into it fast. But, why take chances? So I called hubby, who called our mechanic, who said, hey, its an idiot light and it won't deploy, but bring it on in and we can take a look and give you an estimate. Now what are they going to look at? The idiot is on! It does not take an idiot to see that! My diagnosis? Hey, the car is 12 years old and there is a short to my airbag. Can't wait to drive to work tomorrow with the soft red glow of my airbag idiot light.