A week and a half ago it was 80 degrees around here. I started opening windows and putting in screens.

There's a storm rolling in. We're supposed to get a foot of snow in the mountains, and the weathermen keep repeating, "It won't come below 7500 feet, all your plants should be fine, we don't think we're going to get an actual freeze in the valleys."

This is why I like Autumn. Spring is a nasty tease who keeps flicking cool weather at us with hints of warmth, then whips her cape back and blasts us with mid-90s in June, without giving us time to adjust.

Had this conversation today, I'm still not sure if only I was being sarcastic and silly:

This is broken It was working fine when we tested it yesterday. But it's broken today Are you implying that I'm lying? Are you implying that I am?

I get that it was working when tested, but so not the point. The point is that it is no longer functioning and needs to be fixed. Our two experiences are not mutually exclusive, and I hope to god you are seriously offended. Because that would be crazy and offensive.

Ah, another instance of my input being discounted or disbelieved

Hey, you scheduled that thing when Thurber thing happens, and I know it will have a negative impact.

Let's see how it goes.

Okay

One week later:

That thing we scheduled is negatively impacting this other thing, I'll have to reschedule it

Does he say I was right? No. I didn't even rub it in his face, either. I'm waiting silently for his rescheduling to negatively impact other things. I've lived through this for over half a decade, and have accepted that my opinion and experience mean absolutely nothing.

I'm at the opera, waiting for Sweeney Todd, and someone in the building has a network called YavinIV. Nerd alert.

Today I downloaded Goat Simulator for my iPad. Right now my youngest son is playing. Right now he's gathering humans to sacrifice to Satan or a demon-goat or something.

Who has two thumbs and two bags of Baconesque popcorn? This guy. Because I couldn't find it at all last time and actually thought I was missing out again this time but it was all on display up by the registers (where I thought I looked before i got in line, but I guess not. Anyway, my habitual checking out of the chocolates up there paid off) so scarcity mentality had set in. Also beet hummus, but only one of those.

Then I stopped at Frappuccino Happy Hour on the way home and that seems to have satiated the hunger that was propelling my grocery shopping. Ah well, if history is anything to go by I'll be hungry again before too long.

Y'all are making me think my car is uncommunicative about its needs. It can't help it, that generation is like that

I''m telling.

If you do, I will know, because my mother will be asking my why Aunt J knew and she didn't. The older generation will rat you out every time.

My daughter just behaved like a demon in a restaurant. I am so glad she's gone to bed, and I hope she sleeps in.

My car is very primitive. I'm not sure I'd want something else making demands of me. Mr Peabody's dog biscuit habit is bad enough.

If my car knew whether I should change the oil every three months or wait until I've actually driven 3000 miles I would like for it to tell me. I think.

You know, I just remembered that last time the Check Engine light came on there was actually something wrong that checking the engine found that I otherwise would never have known about. So it does tell me its needs sometimes.

I haven't been to TJ's in forever. Maybe this weekend?? I have a lot on my to-do list, though. Including helping my mother gather old paint to bring to the DPW. A classic conversation between us:
Me: I bet they open early
Her: I don't know... let's go check. Yeah, see? They don't open until 9.
Me: That's early!!!

I have had uncommunicative cars. It's nice to have one where they can plug in and find out what's wrong. I don't think I want one that's constantly whining at me, though. I didn't have kids for a reason.