Volcano gods

My ongoing check engine light problem continues. I was lamenting to Julie today that it seems like I now carry around a medical record of my car. She said, "Well, you do! It's sick!" To which I responded, "It's not sick. It just has a rash which doesn't really affect it, but doesn't go away, and has now prevented it from being sacrificed to the volcano gods."

Amy, passing by our doorway just in time to hear my last six words, commented, "Only catching fragments of conversations is weird."