You want to know the only bad part of being an obsessively proud half-million-mile Toyota owner? The part where there’s a polar vortex and your beloved, ultra-reliable vehicle says, “Oh HELL no. I am not starting at 50 below this time.” (Never let it be said I can’t anthropomorphize a thing.) So instead of answering e-mails, thanking a ton of folks and touching base with our new betas, I’ve been dealing with my metallic child’s issues.
Sorry. Tomorrow should be better. (Yes, I realize I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud.)
Meanwhile, Gentleman’s Privilege seems to be selling pretty well. Have I mentioned lately that you lot rock? Thank you! Please cheer up Emma and Mr. Silver by posting a review and letting us know how we did.
(I’ve already gotten e-mail about the apartment scene. When all else fails, Google. Seriously.)