I'd been searching for a Cherokee 2 door stick for some time and Amy decides to buy me one and hide it in the garage, last Valentine's Day.
She said she just needed an excuse, because the right one came up with manual everything in good shape, so she just hid it until the nearest holiday and told me I was kicked out of the garage.
I took her out for sushi. I still feel like a bonehead, but she insists I'm not, because I built the Scamp for her.
Problems. I'm telling you. Relationships are nothing, but problems.