Sketchy Friday

I ❤ hearts, vol. 8

I found this heart of stone..

.. amidst a handful of other stones, a chestnut and a few sticks.

All those treasures were in a friend's car, in the "pocket" of the door.

A Danish child had left them there, then my friend bought the car (unaware of the present he was getting) and drove all the way from Aarhus to Sofia.

When he found the treasures, he thought they should stay where they are...

Only so, a few years later, far away from Aarhus, I can find this heart of stone and get it as a present..

So, a woman gets into a car...

Yet another car-related post..

Following my recent experience, I've decided to give you a piece of advice: If you are helping a friend move his car-with-a-dead-battery, by sitting behind the steering wheel while he's pushing the car...

 .. do not put the car in gear.. or step on the brake.. it turns out that these actions make it hard to move the car at all.

New to the road

Seems like, on some subconscious level, I am thinking about cars a lot lately. The reason may lie somewhere on the comfy seat of the new VW Passat we used to get to all amazing places this summer (no, I did not get paid to say this.. unfortunately).

The car was not only gentle to my weak lower back, but she also put me to sweet sleep several times. You may not consider this a big deal, but no other car has ever done this for me..

Ah, I love you, Volksy! I would hop on you any time they let me take a ride with you!

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Caution: Woman Driver Inside

I've been attending driving lessons for some time and yesterday I finally won the right to (legally) drive a car. YAY!

I cannot hide that

And even though there's a widely spread rumor (and some evidence) that women can't drive..

..or park..

..or do any other kind of car stuff..

.., I am convinced to prove the world that being a good driver (and car-stuff-involved-person) does not depend on a person's sex..

..but rather on the person's abilities.
And I am daaamn good!
:)

In a hurry for a deadline

I am recently having plenty of deadlines to meet. And somehow, the last few days of every single period, I feel like I have to be that fast when completing my tasks:

Wake me up

The whole day I needed someone to do that for me so that I can get some work done.

A fresh start

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