My 1996 Honda Civic with the broken head gasket was auctioned off for $1K, so I am happy with that tax write-off. Most of the time we are fine with just having one car - a 1999 Subaru - but with the Metro line not running to my work at the moment, it is a PITA. We're waiting to see what a Bolt is like for me to drive. I will miss, miss, miss the manual transmission when we no longer have the Subaru. A neighbor who also drives an old manual and I discuss quitting our jobs and starting a driving school named "Kill My Clutch" to teach the young'uns how to drive one.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hot buttered rum. Just saying. You can make up a batch of the butter mixture at the beginning of winter, refrigerate it, and make up mug whenever the weather gets too nasty.
My parents drink rum and cokes everyday before dinner. (Very 1950's cocktail hour without the swishy dresses.) Once, when I was very little, I gulped down my mom's thinking it was just Coke. I have never been able to stomach rum since.
It is pretty great in baking.
That's impressive.
For most of its life, according to the CarFax, it was owned by someone who didn't drive it much. I hope it holds on till I get another unexpected windfall (ie, the gas lands lease gets renewed), because I don't want a car payment. ION, my garage is apparently more popular than I thought, because there are no appointments available tomorrow. Oil change next week!
Your public library will have Consumer Reports available.
Oh, I listened to that one, I think. Buy on the last day of the month!
Yes, that is my other (only?) hot tip!
Hot buttered rum and Rachel Bloom marked for later.
Timelies all!
Today has been a day for Mr. S getting lots of food on himself. The sippy cup I put his milk in leaked at the seal, so much milk went down his front. Then I gave him a squeezy pouch of yogurt, most of which he squeezed on to his vest. Sigh....
Working with nerds: "Take a gander at this, salamander."