OK, so last Wednesday at the monthly Alfisti gathering Costas shows up- no one has seen him in more than a year. We ask, "Costas, where ya been, what's up?" and he says, "I have a '78 Alfetta on a trailer that's going to the crusher this Saturday- or it could go to someone here for four hundred dollars. Either way, it's leaving the front yard Saturday- to certain doom, or- well, gentlemen- it's up to one of you."
It's now in my garage.
And I gotta say, my wife is most amazing. When I came home and told her it was coming, she rolled her eyes and said "so this means I'm kicked out of the garage?" and I said, "umm, yes?" and she glared at me. But when the Alfetta showed up this morning she softened like butter in the Alabama sun. We rolled it off the trailer and pushed it in the garage (in her spot) and after the paperwork was signed with Costas- together my gal and I spent all damn day working on it. She cleaned every inch of that old Alfa while I worked the corrosion control issues. After nine hours of exhausting labor I looked at her and said, "so, it is kinda neat looking, huh?" and she responded, "yeah. It's kinda cool."
God, I love this woman.