Just A Blip

I'd love to post more but it's hard to eat and type. So much to do lately and not enough time in the day. Pilates class tonight so I have to eat and then run. Title and registration did not come today so I get to go to the dealer tomorrow and get a sticker that lets me drive legally until the new one comes. Sigh. I should have just gotten one when we bought it but we all figured it would be here by now. Oh well. At least my new AAA stuff came. Yay for Plus!

Books Books Books!

I am a bookworm. I’ve always been a voracious reader, ever since I figured out that hey, these words on the page actually mean something. Once I started, I was hooked and I’ve never looked back.
I like to read by myself. I hate being read to- no one ever goes fast enough for me. I like to devour my books and being read to just doesn’t work for me. (I’m a visual learner so I’m sure that has a whole lot to do with it also.) This fact greatly disappointed my mom when I was younger, as it was the end of reading bedtime stories to me. Once I could read on my own, it was all I wanted to do.
I have my phases and obsessions with books and authors. I was, and still am, a Laura Ingalls Wilder fan. Those books brought the past alive for me and I was obsessed with the time period for a long time, to the point that I even dressed like the women for a while. I credit those books for creating in me my absolute love of history and the past. LM Montgomery, the author of Anne of Green Gables is my absolute favorite author. Her books are also set in a different time period, in the late 1890s, early 1900s. I really and truly enjoy reading and learning about that time period, and it’s all thanks to my precious books.
Bookstores are my favorite stores. I love to shop and I love to shop for books even more. I have a hard time passing a bookstore without going in, especially if it’s a used/discount store. Libraries are basically like second homes to me. I spent so much time in my local one growing up. I always amazed the librarians with the amount of books I took out each time, and they would be all read before or by the time they were due back.
I am also the nerd who carries a book or magazine wherever I go. Just in case I am stuck somewhere, I have a book. I read when I am bored. I read when I’m not bored. If I could read all the time I probably would. I have no problem walking into a restaurant by myself and reading while eating my meal. In fact, that’s rather normal for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love going out with other people, but I’m also comfortable being alone too. It’s ended up being a sort of Saturday lunch thing for me. I usually end up at the boy’s restaurant and sit at the counter reading while munching on a yummy pizza. I don’t even have to order anymore, the Boy puts it in as soon as I walk in. On weekends when the Boy is in the country, I go for Pho. (Though it is difficult to read and eat Pho at the same time, it can be done. Magazines are best for this but I’ve done it with books too.)
Now I can’t wait to get home and read some more.
Current book: The Wicked Day by Mary Stewart
Just read: Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichel

Damn, bad things really do come in threes. In my office, I have 3 coworkers who have sick moms. One mom is getting her hip replaced after the pin she got pin in last year started causing her pain. Another mom has cancer and is in the hospital. She hasn’t really done much for treatment but she’s been doing ok. And the third mom was just told yesterday that her cancer is terminal and there’s nothing more for them to really do. It just sucks all around.
That just makes me thankful that my family is in relatively good health. For now anyway.
This whole mom with cancer thing is nuts. That makes 3 coworkers that have moms with cancer and 1 coworker whose husband is in remission. Yeah. What are the odds for that?
In other family news, my aunt may be finally moving out into a group home arrangement. She’ll have her own apartment and all that but will do meals in a communal setting. My aunt is 63 and has lived with either my grandmother or my mom all her life. This will be a change. She’ll fight it for a bit but she’ll be ok. She can handle most stuff on her own, with lots of direction. She’s like a 4-5 year old that will never grow up.
I hate to blame my grandparents for her attitude, but it’s all in the way she was raised. Grandma raised her with the idea that there were lots of things that she couldn’t and shouldn’t do. She did have her small tasks around the house but she wasn’t self-sufficient at all. It was a huge struggle when she moved in as she felt that she couldn’t and shouldn’t do anything, but my parents felt otherwise. Plus she could do it, she just didn’t want to.
Understandably, this has cause a whole lot of friction in my family, especially when she first moved in after grandma died. Anthony had just left for college and my parents had just gotten the whole empty nest thing. And then came the perma-child who worships the ground my mom walks on but doesn’t give a damn about anyone else really. It was an upheaval. They had to fight to get any sort of help to deal with this. It was over a year before they could get her put into a day program so she wouldn’t be home alone and watching tv all day while my parents worked. Another year later, they managed to get a helper in to teach her skills that they couldn’t. Plus there was counseling for everyone to deal with it. Needless to say, it put a strain on my parents marriage. But they managed to weather through it and deal with everything.
Hopefully this will go through this time. She was supposed to be in this summer but the people handling her case screwed up big time. She was initially rejected because the dumbasses didn’t do their job. They didn’t read her doctor’s notes, her files, or anything really. They hadn’t even met her and talked to her, and they just rejected her, which is not the proper process. Mom was stunned to find out about the rejection, and when she had a meeting about the appeal, she was told that they messed up and they messed up bad. In fact, the people in charge told her that she had a lawsuit if she wanted to sue. (When people are telling you that you should sue them because you have a really good case, there’s a problem, doncha think?) So much fun.
So Aunt is on a waiting list right now, which is strange as there are open spots so there really isn’t a waiting list so we’re not sure what’s up. But hopefully she’ll be in soon. If she’s not, I’m not sure what will happen.

After the long weekend

Coming back to work after a long weekend is so hard. I just didn’t want to get up this morning, even though I knew that I had to. My alarm startled me, which in turn scared the heck out of Gabby, who fell off the bed. (That is the chance she takes for sleeping at the edge but hee…) Punk was in the window, as usual. This morning, they were even more vocal than usual about the food thing. They were both meowing from the moment I sat up. Pumpkin was even meowing at me while I was in the shower. Normally she waits patiently on the toilet but I guess she really wanted her tuna this morning. (Normally the boy feeds them first but it’s his day off and he wasn’t getting up just to feed the girls.) It was just a fun morning I tell ya.
This weekend was also a test for the kittens. As Thanksgiving was such a beautiful day, we had the doors open to the back yard. This also meant that the girls could wander in and out as they pleased. This was Gabby’s first time outside (not counting her escapes, which are now so common that we have to close the door within seconds or she’ll be out.) and it was Punk’s first time out at the new house. It took them a few minutes for them to realize that yes, they could go out and no, no one was running after them to shove them back inside.
Things went well. Gabby stayed near the doors for the most part and hid under plants, while Punk did a little more exploring, but still stayed in the yard. She ended up sleeping under a favorite plant for a while, and then being chased by Gabby. Then the dogs next door came out and it was over for Punk.. She tried being all brave by walking halfway to the fence, but ran as soon as the dog noticed her. She hid in the house for the rest of the day and wasn’t too keen on going back out. Gabby however, got up the nerve to do a lot more exploring. The dog had no effect on her. She chased loads of butterflies and birds and had a few adventures. One of these included climbing the fence and trying to escape. As Gabby still needs her rabies shots (getting this week as she needed to be 4 months before they would do it) that was not good. We had to grab her off the top of the fence 3 times before making the ultimate wise decision to shut her inside. It was starting to get dark anyway, so we moved inside.That Gabby, she is going to be trouble. Punk wasn’t even considering climbing the fence at that age. This worries as I think Gabby might actually do the tree climbing that I thought Punk would do. The boy thinks that Punk will follow Gabby most everywhere, and while that is true, if there’s a dog, Punk will run. Gabby does not have that fear yet. So we’ll see. I guess I have to go get a kitty door this weekend. Le sigh. I just worry about the little one. But she’ll be back for food at least.

Sunday Blah

Today we were supposed to arrange and clean stuff. We got some cleaning done but took a look at the room we need to tackle and said no way. The converted garage is the space where we just dumped everythng that doesn't fit anywhere just yet. It's also the spot where all of our plants go at night when it freezes. Suffice to say: it's a mess.
So we're just leaving it for now.
I wanted to cook somethng today but we still have so much freakin' leftover food that it's sort of dumb to. We're going to be eating leftovers for a while. Not that they don't taste bad at all, but it gets old after a while. I do plan to make fried mashed potato balls with maybe some mozzarella inside and all, but I'm stuck on what to do with the stuffing. I might do something with the pies, not sure what but it'll involve cream and a blender. Or some rebaking. Who knows.
Right now, I'm just reading all the books I scored for $1 apiece yesterday. Yay for thriftstores.

Shopping Madness

Like an idiot, I went out shopping yesterday. I left later than I intended to because first I had to hook up a newish printer to my computer and it decided not to cooperate. (I needed a coupon to NY and Company- my fave store.) After an hour of issues, I managed to print it out and rush out. First stop was Kohl's. I think I lasted 10 minutes there. I found a watch I needed and some stuff for my mom but the lines were like 2 hours long. So I just left. It was easier that way. My next stop was the mall. Ah the mall. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going ot be. First stop was JC Penney where I scored stuff for my mom, a great shirt, and fuck me boots for me. I've been looking for great boots that will fit my calves and voila, I did. And for $30 to boot. Yay for good deals!
Then it was off to NY and Co. Way too much money later, I had got some great stuff. And then it was off to the bookstore for some fun and to the restaurant to eat. Then home.
All in all an interesting day.

Happy Turkey Day!

Ah the calm before the storm. I'm just finishing up breakfast and have to go shower and start the rest of the cooking. I've started the bread and just have to mix up the green bean casserole and make the stuffing. Then when the turkey goes in I'll start the mashed potatoes and the savory sweet potatoes. While that's cooking I'll do the salad. Everything else is done and easy and whew. This hosting Turkey day is insane!
Ok, I need to go do stuff so later!

The calm before the storm

Right now I'm just relaxing for a little while before I start the flurry of fun. I have 3 pies to bake, a casserole to prep, veggies to slice and dice, dips to create, and other things that I'm sure I'm forgetting.
I really would rather nap and all but that's not going to happen. Well, maybe for an hour or so. Ok, naptime it is.
I'm so easy.

No time to post

I'm just sitting down for a quick dinner in the midst of cleaning. Thanksgiving has ballooned to at least 8 so far and maybe more. Some arrive tomorrow so I must finish cleaning. So much to do. Plus there's the prep work. Oh my. I'm cooking so much food.
Anyway, love my new truck.
More when I have time.
Ciao!

We're in more debt now

But it's all for a good cause. I have a truck now. We bought a white, '01 Chevy Silverado. We had to finance part of it but whatever. We needed a vehicle and needed a truck, so we bought one. Oh my god. It's crazy.
I love driving it though. It's so different being up so high but I love it. And it's so nice having an automobile that you aren't wondering if it will break down, but when. Wheeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More later as I have to go clean now. People coming!

Oh this is so much fun

Yay. Went to the famer's market this morning. Got some lovely stuff to use for Turkey day. Apparently, it's not going to be just me, the boy, and his bro, it's going to be a party! We're deep frying a turkey and our chef friend is cooking a goose. So yeah. I'm planning a salad, mashed taters, green bean casserole (don't judge, it's the only time I ever eat green beans), homemade stuffing, 3 pies, bread, and whatever else. Oh yeah, apps. I need apps. I think we'll go low-key with chips and dips, hummus, cheeses, and crackers.

As for the truck search, I went to a dealership this morning. It's a small, used dealership, that has tons of trucks in our budget range. We're going to have a huge down payment with some financing. The sales are no pressure and the guy took a lot of time with me, showing me the trucks. I've got about 3 choices, all reasonable and really nice trucks. I even test drove and have decided that the truck will be mine for a while as I loved driving it. I have driven my parents 7 passenger van before and used to be a driver in college for the 15 passenger vans, so I can drive big trucks. I loved being up so high. And thank goodness my parents taught me how to mirror drive. So we'll see. The dealership is not open Sundays, which sucks, as the boy is at work still. So we're going to go over there tomorrow anyway, just to look, and then the boy will go in on Monday and talk to the salesman and we'll make a decision. Hopefully it will be good.

Still Nothing

Car searching sucks. We've seen 2 trucks and they were not great. THere's not much in our budget range for trucks. We're starting to look at dealers and maybe finance a bit. We can do that. But urgh. This sucks so much. We have a huge down payment.

I just want a vehicle. Right now, I'm not caring whether it's a car or truck. Of course that's not how the boy feels. But he's not the one without a vehicle.

Bye by Bonnie

So the car is dead. Long live whatever vehicle we get next, that is whenever we get it.
My car died Wednesday and we made the decision not to revive it for the simple fact that we wanted to blow it up for New Year’s. The inspection ran out in December and as it just wasn’t going to pass again, no matter whom we bribed or whom the boy knew, it was time to lay it to rest. Except that it beat us to the punch.
The car had been leaking all sorts of fluids, brake and transmission, there hadn’t been washer fluid for years, there was an awful clanking sound, a huge crack in the windshield, and so forth. Apparently there was also a power steering leak, which must have been a new one because it wasn’t an issue before. A bearing froze up, which meant that no belts were running, no power getting to the battery, no cooling system working. I also lost power steering which meant no actual driving. And all this happened while I was sitting at a stop light. Thankfully, I was near a gas station and could pull in.
We called AAA and arranged for a tow. We looked at the car, realized that it wasn’t a fix we could do ourselves, and decided that the car wasn’t worth the little fix. So we’re junking it. And I need a new car. Now.
But my version of now is yesterday and it seems the boy’s version is sometime. Which is fine for him, as he’s driving the car I OWN but the car I can’t drive because it’s stick. We’ve owned it for 3 years now and he still hasn’t taught me how to drive it. 3 years of me begging once a month, but it was never a good time. Well, it’s not a good time now either but it HAS to be done. Personally, I think he didn’t want me to learn because he didn’t want me driving it. Well too bad now.
The second we got home from the gas station on Wednesday, I was on the computer looking at want ads. The boy, he decided to take his time finding the perfect music channel to listen to and just sat on the couch listening to music. The problem with this is that the plan is to buy a truck FOR HIM to use and I’ll take over the Civic. So the vehicle is going to be his. Yet he hasn’t done anything to look for one. Nothing. I looked all Wed night. I spent what little lunch break I had yesterday looking. I looked when I got home. I made tons of printouts and notes. Did he do anything? Nope. He fell asleep. I could understand it and all if he had gotten up earlier and had done other stuff but no, I got up at the same time, managed to rent a car (which was actually a pretty impressive feat when there were maybe 20 cars available in all of Austin yesterday.), and still did some cleaning and research for a vehicle. I can’t exactly go to the dealerships as arriving in a cab or by bus is an automatic target. So I’m stuck. If he doesn’t make a move to even talk about stuff, which we were supposed to do last night, except that he kept getting annoyed and saying I don’t care every time I mentioned something. Next time he says I don’t care it’s not going to go well. I know of 2 cars, in good shape, for less than $3000. It’s not the truck he wants, but it’s something. One is a Ford Ranger, which he doesn’t want but hell, I’ll take it.
I’m the one depending on the kindness of a co-worker to take me to work. I’m the one who can’t get stuff done, like the grocery shopping for Thanksgiving. He was talking about going out somewhere this weekend to look at some guy’s plants. If he wants a Thanksgiving, that’s not going to happen. Hell, if he wants a truck that’s not going to happen. I have our Sunday planned. It includes shopping for necessities and stick shift driving lessons. Saturday is out as he works from 11-6, which makes it really sucky because dealers aren’t open on Sunday. We better do something tonight or I’m going to be even unhappier than I am now.
I need help on this car thing but I’m not getting it from the person who is actually involved in the decision making. If he doesn’t start helping soon, he’s not going to be involved.

My car she is dead

Car stopped driving last night. Got a tow from a cool AAA dude, thank god for that. Now we must search for a new car. Yay. More details later. But oh the joy.

Cock a strangle doo

Holy hell, one of my neighbors has a rooster. If I chance to hear it crowing on the weekends, there will be hell to pay. I don’t know who it is yet, but I plan to find out. It’s not right to have a rooster in the fricken’ city! Not when you’re close to your neighbors like this, and not when your neighbors might not want to be woken up at 5 am by the crowing of a loud rooster.
Yeah, 5am. That’s when it starts. I heard it this morning. (First hearing was yesterday.) And it was still crowing about every 10-15 minutes when I left around 7am this morning. Not fun. It’s the alarm clock that you can’t shut off.
If we go out on the weekends, chances are we don’t get home until 2ish and don’t go to bed until 3ish or later. I don’t sleep well as it is and I don’t need a cock-a-doodle-doo waking me out of whatever little sleep I got at 6am. I don’t go back to sleep once I wake up like that.
There has got to be some sort of city ordinance for this. I’m not one to make trouble and all usually but if it’s something that disturbs my precious sleep, I will raise hell. It’s not right. Plus I’m sure the other neighbors aren’t exactly too thrilled about this either.
I could understand if we were out in the country because that happens there. More land, more space, way more animals. But we’re inside city limits. Way inside. Downtown is 3.5 miles north. Roosters do not belong here. Not when there’s an excellent chance that you have neighbors who are still sleeping when the rooster goes off. What about those who work nights and don’t get home until midnight, 2am? They don’t usually go to bed until 3 or 4. I mean seriously. (That was the boy until recently.) Grrr.
I’ve thought about setting the kitties on it but I don’t think they’d know what to do. I can see them thinking, ooh a moving toy! They’re pretty nonplussed by the noise- just another normal noise to them.
In other notes, I’m now receiving religious emails of sorts from credentialing contacts that I work with. Not exactly appropriate to be sending to strangers and stuff from your workplace but whatever. There’s always the delete button.
Current song on Mp3 player: Whistling in the Dark by TMBG.

Mah babies

I don’t actually have kids yet but there are days when I sure feel that I do. My kittens can act like kids on their worst days. They are such handfuls. Gabby is a ball of energy, as only a 3 month old kitten can be. Punk follows Gabby and does the Mama Bear/Sister thing, depending on what’s needed. Together they’re just trouble. (But so freakin’ cute when they’re asleep, no?) When they’re cooperating and playing together, it’s insane. We’ve gotten used to hearing random noises and crashes. Someday those noises might be something else but we’ll just probably chalk it up to kitty play. Our blinds will never be the same. We also have random bags and boxes littered around the kitchen that get used as cat toys. The Calaphon outlet bags are the best. They’re made of a stiff material that the cats can’t scratch up. They spend hours playing in them and trying to mutilate them. Yay for cheap cat toys!
They’re now double teaming the morning wake up. It used to be just Gabby who jumped on me. Now the Punk is in on it too. I try to ignore it for the most part, but it’s hard, especially when there’s 2 cats fighting/playing on top of you. I’ve taken to sleeping with the water bottle right next to me for maximum protection but even then it’s not a sure thing. Gabby still comes right back. Punk runs, she hates the water, though she does sit on the side of the tub, in between the curtains, while I’m showering. Her tail gets rather wet. Gabby is still meh about it, though she has just discovered the wonders of the toilet bowl.
Last night Gabby discovered the joys of burrowing under the covers. She’s so different than Punk that way. Punk HATES feeling trapped and does not like being under the covers. (Can’t see a way out.) I think she may have been trapped once as a wee kitten and that traumatized her. She even tried to break out of the car. (A hyperventilating cat pacing around the car and throwing herself at the windows while driving home is well, interesting. That was the Boy’s marvelous idea.) Gabby on the other had doesn’t care. She’s fine with being under the covers and in her carrier and all that. Plus she can attack feet much easier under the covers.
I talk about my kitties all the time. They’re always up to something and/or always getting into something. There’s always a story.

My first spam

I got my first spam. Aww how sweet. That means at least someone can find this blog.
Argh, I forgot to post yesterday. Oh well. It was a lazy day too. I got up, did some cleaning, and then got out of the house. The library around the corner closed just as we moved in so I've been mourning the loss of my library but I did some research and found a library that's not to far away. Happy me! I love free books, the only part I don't like is giving them back. Ah well.
Then I went up to the restaurant and got a pizza- margharita, garlic, extra tomatoes. Yum. I love pizza and I really do love the pizza at Cipollina. Then came back home and did some more cleaning and stuff. Took a bit of a nap and then made dinner. God, I was lazy. But that's ok with me. I need that every once in a while.
Today is another slightly lazy day. I'm baking a cake because well, I feel like it, and catching up on all my DVRd shows like Gilmore Girls and Ugly Betty. It's 2 and the boy is still asleep. Late night- a friend came over after work (midnight) so they were up for a while. Me, I conked out. Weekends are sleep time for me.
Anyway, happy lazy day!

TGIF and all that!

Yay for Friday! Weekend! It’s Veterans Day and of course I’m at work. I need to work for the government man. Oh well. We’re having an ice cream party this afternoon. That will just have to do.
No real plans for the weekend. We’re pretty much broke so anything we do will have to be on the cheap. I have stuff I need to do at home but I’ll probably end up reading or something. It’s so easy to just put it off.
I do need to start prepping for Thanksgiving. The boy’s parents won’t be here so it’ll probably be at my house this year. Last year we went to chef friend’s house but since his wife and kid will be gone… I don’t know. I’m not going all out, just simple stuff really. I just want to enjoy the time off and then go shopping on Friday. Oh yeah the shopping, but that also depends on what the sales are going to be like. We’ll see.

Sleep, I need sleep

I need to sleep. I don’t know why, but I just can’t sleep through the damn night. No matter what I do, I wake up around 3ish or so. I pass out by 9-9:30pm and going to bed earlier won’t work, as that doesn’t leave me enough time to do anything. I fall asleep easily as I’m exhausted because I didn’t get enough sleep the night before. It’s a vicious circle.
I don’t eat after 7 or 8 pm depending on the night. No drinking of any kind either, lest I have to get up to pee in the middle of the night. I only really sleep in my bed with maybe a little reading and TV watching, which usually puts me to sleep. I sleep with a mask and earplugs. My bed is comfy and warm. I exercise daily. I eat a relatively balanced diet. I’m not sure what else I should be doing. Oh and warm milk is just out as that will just make my stomach do more flip-flops. Lactose intolerance and all.
I really don’t want to take meds for this as I took them before and I hated it. Plus it didn’t stop the waking up in the middle of the night completely. I still got up and peed when I had to, and let me tell you, that was not a fun thing. Body feels like lead when you do that. I’m just frustrated. By 3:30 pm I’m crashing hard. I come home and want to nap. I struggle to stay awake past 8 sometimes but if I want even a semblance of a life with the Boy I need to. This is so frustrating. It got better for a bit but now I’m back to the fun of 3am waking.
Someday I’ll get the sleep I need. It’s not doing me any good not to though. I’d love to be even able to nap but 1) there’s this work thing that prevents me from doing so and 2) I can’t sleep during the day for some reason. Even when I’m sick I have issues with it. Weird I know.
Damn Gabby didn’t help with the sleep last night. The bedroom smelled stale as we have no screens on our windows yet so we don’t open them. I sprayed some Febreeze to make it a bit better. Well it smelled ok but it must have triggered something in Gabby, because no sooner had I gotten into bed than, boom, kitten pee in between my legs. (Seriously, that’s her spot to snuggle anyway.) Urgh. I did spray around the litterbox so it had to have something to do with that. Plus I used it the times she peed before. She avoided me and the bed for the rest of the night. Thank goodness for Nature’s Miracle. That stuff does work. But sigh. The sheets needed to be washed anyway but I wasn’t planning on doing them at night.

Bit of a Rant

This morning: woken up by boy’s alarm even though he and it were downstairs. I know he came to bed at some point but I didn’t hear the first alarm go off while in the room. I only heard it from the living room. Go figure. About 2 seconds after my alarm went off, the wake up crew bounded upstairs to make sure that I was getting up soon. They were both meowing, which is unusual. Gabby was in my face and Punk was at the side of the bed, on the floor, and both were meowing. What a way to wake up.

Cooking has been sort of boring lately. Monday was veal (yeah I know but it’s good) with pasta and a wine sauce of sorts. Not bad but I can do better. Yesterday was chicken quesadillas made with the leftover chicken from the roast I made last week. Tonight is Brats and potatoes. Tomorrow I think tacos or something easy. I’m just not in the mood to cook and take out is on hold this week until we figure out the budget thing. This whole mortgage thing has blown our budgeting and we’re still working everything out. If we didn’t have to have a month’s payment ahead of time, we’d be signed up for biweekly.

As soon as we figure out the car thing, that’s next. The Boy wants a project truck. I just want a truck that we don’t have to throw money at all the time. (We’re getting a truck because we need one to haul all of the plants) Boy wants something to work on. I want something that runs and won’t need all sorts of expensive parts to fix. Boy doesn’t seem to care. He’s drooling. I think a hit over the head with the reality frying pan is in order. I found a really good used truck for sale yesterday, in excellent condition, with lots of new parts and for a very reasonable price. But it’s not a project truck so the boy was like meh. I know it’s going to be his truck to drive and all but still. We can’t be just hemorrhaging money to keep fixing the thing. We do that already for the damn car I drive. I want that to change. I’d like to save money for once, instead of having to wipe out whatever we saved to fix something again. But of course that hasn’t gotten through to him as all he can see is the fun of fixing up a vehicle. It’s the driveway syndrome. We have a driveway so he must do car stuff in it.

Why do all the good sales have to happen when I’m broke?? Arghhh.