A completely original title......yeah, right.
Tonight I look like I'm trying out for Othello in an Al Jolson costume. I've been repairing my suspension and loving it. A WEE bit dirty though. How, might you ask, does deism enter into it? Obviously you've never been blessed with automotive repair.
For example, "God damn this piece of s--t control arm. I hope it burns in hell and rots." Or, "Dear Lord, please help me get this ball joint loose, 'cause there's no way I can do it." I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, even not shotgun my car when it gets frustrating. (P.S. I did actually pray in my frustration over the ball joint, and two whacks later it came out.) (as opposed to the fifty bazillion whacks before that)
Finally stopped short of putting the coil spring back in it. It decided it didn't want to stay compressed, and trying to mess with a difficult coil spring, especially when angry, is a good way to eat through a straw for the rest of your life. So maybe tomorrow.
God bless you and goodnight.