In other words, despite the fact that we only need it a few months out of the year in this part of the country, if you plan on doing any driving during those months beyond day-to-day local driving, AC is not a luxury, IMO.
Well, my hope is that we can tough it out through the rest of this summer without (if need be) and then think about getting a new car in the spring, thus freeing us from dreaded car payments for another few months. One does get used to life without them.
Or, it might get repaired today and something else will go wrong next week. At this point (post 100K miles on a FORD, for crying out loud) who knows?
But, man. Since our driving commuting is so little now, it seems almost a shame to have a new car.
PUPPY! WANT!
Happy Belated Birthday, Deena!
My DH has come to terms with the fact that the next place we move must allow dogs.
I need to get busy doing some actual work instead of admiring the dog.
Not at all, you've got a new kid in the house, you need quality time.
I like happy!
I don't like car troubles.
I do like my new apartment, though, and so does Toto, it seems. Now to get unpacking.
Also, PUPPY!
Yay for new good apartments!
PUPPY! Deena, do you know what breed or breeds it is?
The is nothing sickening about Deena's happiness. Deena should always be happy.
I'm unreasonably happy because the sidewalk builders are only a few houses from my house. Sidewalks! My street is busy and I've wanted sidewalks for 15 years. They're moving along building forms and pouring concrete at about 2/10 of a mile a day, which strikes me as really fast. (Me? Checking on the sidewalk building every day? Of course not.)
In conclusion, sidewalks!
Yay for new apartments and new PUPPIES! (So. Cute.)
Big nasty hissing boo for car trouble.
That's all I've got. It's Friday, right? I hope so.
Oh! Has anyone ever had Gmail act up where they can't open a specific email? I read one this morning, read others, and then wanted to go back to the first to reply, and now it won't open. I click and click and nothing. Anyone? I'm frustrated. Especially since it's an email from my new editor, welcoming me, and I'd love to, you know, not look like a standoffish bitch.
Yes, Amy, and I don't think I've ever gotten into them. You might want to email her, and ask her to re-send. I don't know what causes it. It seems to me it's just g-mail being a bitch.
