**FCD ** is on his way to work, the critters have completed their morning routines, and I’m caffeinating. I don’t think I need to be to the courthouse till 8:30-ish (I’ll check my info packet) so I’m going to surf a while before showering and digging out appropriate clothing. Good way to start a day, I think.
Going on the assumption that no news is good news, we didn’t get any more calls from the dealership, so we’re hoping that the repair won’t exceed $2100. :eek: We might get it back today, but if we don’t, it won’t be till Fri, because **FCD ** has to go to Pennsylvania tomorrow with a group of work folks and he won’t get back till late. Either way, he’s planning to leave the van at the Center, then we’ll drive back this weekend to retrieve it (rather than make the 3-hour round trip after a full day at work) So there’s something to look forward to. :rolleyes:
I’ve got an appointment at 3:30 today for my last freebie oil change. That’s 15,000 miles since mid-Feb. That extrapolates to over 22K miles a year. Ah, the joys of living in the boonies! The shortest errand would be the post office, which is just over half a mile from here. Nearest gasoline/convenience store is 3 miles. Nearest shopping center with groceries/hardware/pizza joint/dollar store is just over 6 miles. Nearest restaurant is about 5 miles. So even the little things we do require a bit of a drive. Still, I love where we live, so I’m willing to pay the price.
And rigs, honey, don’t take this the wrong way but, have your meds gotten out of balance lately?
Honestly, if I was to pick the Mumper Most Likely To Write Cheezy Vampire Sex Fiction, you would *not * have been in the top 5. But don’t let that stop you… 
I just had my early-morning freakout. I was hearing a strange, rustling noise that I couldn’t place. Both dogs were in this room with me, so it had to be the cat… or aliens. I assumed cat. I thought she had opened the hutch drawer again and was removing the tablecloth like yesterday (idiot cat) but the drawer was closed. I was walking around the dining room table, about to look under it, when a little head popped up out of the cardboard box that I used to bring home the holiday arrangements my mom made for my craft show. The box has some heavy packing paper in it, hence the rustling. Miss Brandy was making herself right at home, oblivious of the no-cats-on-the-dining-room-table rule. Guess I need to put her in Time-Out.
Yeah, that’ll work…
Happy Hump Day, Mumpers!!