Though he declared that it was all too late and I just had to patiently sit in my dog box, I promised him I would print a retraction*. So here it goes: My wonderful uncle is not only responsible for my pretty decent driving skills as he taught me in Lesotho…
It's quite hard to find little me in this BIG car, but yup, there I am. |
…and he fetched me one night after a yoga class in Constantia and jump started my car as silly me had left the lights on and did not at the time have my own jumping cables. Before he grudgingly helped me out, he made me promise I get some cables immediately. Which I did two days later. Though Mark gets credit for actually buying them for me, because I wouldn’t even know where to look (Clicks maybe?) and he knew, if left to my own devices, I would never be able to fulfil my promise.
Girls, I am telling you, if you don’t have a boyfriend/husband, an uncle like this really comes in handy and I love him dearly for it. Thank you, uncle, for making sure I have my own jumper cables!!
My favorite two men: Uncle left, my Dad right. Aren't they cute? |
Just love all three pictures!
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