The Check Engine light is on again, dammit. Somehow I just knew it couldn't be that easy.
Among things I recommend avoiding if possible:
When playing around with a new toy, be sure you set the ringer on it for something that won't send the cat into fits when he wants to purr on your chest.
I got a phone call on it last night and hadn't realzed that the ringer I'd set it to was of ... wait for it ...
A crowing rooster.
Also of note was that the volume of the "ring" was not low, and was about 18 inches away from me. In other news, I have a collection of deep scratches on my chest now. OW! (I understand that the wimmins find scars attractive, so I guess I've got that going for me)
The Grateful Dead, Sugar Magnolia
Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?
1 comment:
That would have scared the ever-loving crap out of me. BTW, I love the Dead.
Bad me...here you are diligently bloggin away and I have made no comments. So here's a comment: You're awesome.
Keep on keeping on.
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