Yeah, there has to be an arm rest for the right arm. And a good one!
See, I'm not so concerned about a right arm rest--I may be moving my arm around, sometimes on the wheel, sometimes on the radio, sometimes grabbing a drink. It's the LEFT rest that drives me nuts--some cars just have a weird bump in the door that is not sized at all correctly, or located correctly, and is just plain uncomfortable! That drives me nuts, as I like to hold the steering wheel while resting my left elbow.
now Dillo is having a fit because he decided he doesn't like lemon cake and we must not love him
Hah. When it's HIS celebration, he can have whatever flavor he wants.
Two funfetti cupcakes sounds delicious, and I am totally an addict--I bought four on Wednesday to celebrate passing the new job's exam. The plan was two for me, two for roomie. We each had one that night. And then she meant to bring one to work the next day, because she was going straight from there to the airport for a weekend trip...and she FORGOT. So there were two cupcakes that HAD to be eaten. So now I've had one each day for the past three days and I am seriously sugar-craving. Mm, sweet sugary frosting...
I can't put cupcakes in my canning jars. I am putting pear butter in my canning jars.
But you're not putting cakes in
all
your canning jars, so you still can.
I forgot to say -
Happy Birthday, Kathy and Raq!!
One of my best buds from Baltimore has his birthday today, too. Aw.
I don't know how you people can drive and use arm rests at the same time.
I don't know how you people can drive and use arm rests at the same time.
What else are you doing with that arm?
I drive with my right arm at 12 and my left hanging out the window, most of the time. I think the last time I did the crossover thing when turning was my driving test.
What else are you doing with that arm?
Controlling the steering wheel. I don't think I could do it without the whole length of my arm being involved.
Eta: I can't knit or crochet while using armrests, either. My elbows gotta be free to flop around.
I use the cross-over turn when I'm turning fast and hard--which sounds much more interesting than it is.
But once again, I love how my optimism at the beginning of a canning process gradually descends into chaos and cursing by the end of it, wherein I stare sadly at one, maybe two, jars of overprocessed, inedible, sugar laden goop.
Aw, Liese! Also, now I want to read that chapter of
Little Women
with Meg's day of canning.
