So apparently Marie Kondo is a thing.
For the remaining two of you out there who had until very recently thought a Marie Kondo was a timeshare, allow me to explain her. (For the rest of you, I don’t know, go throw out something you thought you loved but now actually agree you only kinda like.)
Look, I get that I can’t fix cars. Fine. I accept that. But if the universe could let me enjoy my rare auto-repair victories for more than an hour, that would be great.
It happened the other day when my wife and I were driving back home from … somewhere. I don’t recall. But I assure you it wasn’t any place very interesting, and even if I remembered and told you where, you’d probably respond with, “Wow, that’s really … not interesting.”