Congratulations, Connie. May it serve you faithfully.

Our new neighbor has put up very sturdy wood and wire trellises to plant climbing vines on, and protect her delicate sensibilities from having to experience the horror of our car, carport, and back porch (which are quite cute and well-maintained, thank you). We and former neighbor shared the space between us. I'm thinking of making her a present of twenty yards of concertina wire for the top of her barricade. But she might call the assassin on me.

msbelle, H took me for a gorgeous drive and a hike to an impressive waterfall yesterday. He sent his mom flowers but refused to send a card--he hates "Hallmark Holidays." I used to buy cards for him and make him sign them, but no more. I got a FB shoutout from a step-relative, but I heard nothing otherwise from my family. So not alone.

I'd be happy to help accessorize you! I was just remembering fondly this afternoon, coordinating the color of my linen blazers with the Nike swoosh on my several pairs of sneakers. For casual work (thus giving you an example of my accessorizing expertise).

coordinating the color of my linen blazers with the Nike swoosh on my several pairs of sneakers.

That is my kind of accesorizing! You can style me anytime, Bev.

Treadmill was not as bad as last time. Hm.

Why did I ever volunteer to be the webmaster for my choir??

Why did I ever volunteer to be the webmaster for my choir??

That may be the definition of a thankless task.

Perhaps I should start a petition to create National Webmaster Appreciation Day.

OK, John Oliver is being awesome: [link]

It's the warmest in the house that it has been since last summer (75 down here at the moment) and so naturally, Pumpkin is sprawled on top of the microwave on top of the fridge all cat-puddly. Which, of course, it is the hottest spot downstairs.

As they are wont to do.

Bev, I added you to the pictures, but you may have to scroll back on your feed to find them.

Well. What none of the inspections and test drives revealed about this car is that when the engine gets to temperature, it will die under 1200 rpm, and may or may not start up again. Which did not appear until after the registration was done and the payment made.

Fuck.

And it was bought As Is. But that's why we did the inspections.

Lemon laws?

And frankly, I'd go back to the people you bought it from (AND the inspection folk) and pull the cancer card. Maybe that's mercenary of me, but you don't need this shit.