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."
Work today is a nibbled to death by very large ducks sort of day. And the new boss I report to starts next week. I'm know that my current boss (who New!Boss will report to) is going to tell her to leave me alone for the next few months of deadline hell and concentrate on the CPH side of the team, but I'm still a little anxious.
Cereal: and I think I need to nope the hell out of Twitter and give up on FB until after Tuesday. It's just making me twitchy and worried.