In Which I am An Independent Woman

I am now an independent woman. I learned how to change the taillights in my car. Ok, I did get a little help. My truck-driver neighbor noticed that my taillight was out this afternoon, and he offered to help me change it. It turns out to be very simple. There's a little screw that comes off in the trunk, and then the light bulbs pull out the back.

I even went to the auto parts store to buy new bulbs, all by myself (once my neighbor told me where the store is). I stood around the lights aisle looking all blond and pathetic, and about 3 seconds later, a really good-looking Latino guy helped me find the lights I needed. (Aside: going blond with the hair color has been worth every penny, even though I could fly to NYC and back for what it cost.)

I successfully changed the light bulb in the parking lot of the store. I am so impressed with my mechanical skills! Next thing you know, I'll be changing my own tires too, and telling the mechanic that the clunking sound in my engine is from the serpentine belt coming loose. Um, well, truthfully, I will be checking first with my neighbor, so he can tell me what is wrong with my car, so I can impress the mechanic with my smart-blonde automotive skills, so I won't get ripped off.