So? A married woman can’t come clean?
Truth be told, it has over 250000 miles on it, needs a oil pan, possibly a catalytic converter, possibly a alternator, and has be swimming in road salt for almost a decade.
And not to mention, the new one gets 40% better mileage, has a backup camera and a far higher BPU count [blinkies per unit]
Update: apparently the candy came from my boss, who placed it on the kitchen table with a warning sign. He left it there for anyone who might want to try something ‘adventurous’ but properly warned.
Apparently some sob moved the candy and removed the sign, so I got a long apology from my boss a few minutes ago.
So all’s well that ends well I suppose.
Turns out **FCD **didn’t want my help after all. So I’ve been sitting here playing games, except for when I ran the vacuum, then took the dog out. It’s raining/snowing at the moment, and generally icky out. I’m tired. I want to nap.
The temp is droppin’ and it’s windy out. Supposed to be mid 20s tonight and I believe it shall be. Then again, it is still Winter, so no big surprise there. Dindin shall be steak, oven roasted N.O.T., spinach sallit and cheesey bread. I’m thinkin’ it shall be an earlyish one, say around four p.m.
Yeah, it’s all excitatement here at da cave.
Haha! Unfortunately mr ems has the fancy new car with him so no roads trips just errands for me today.
Now now boys don’t fight over me 
:mad:
Who’s fighting? I’m just :eek:, :(, & :mad: that you let DH take your new car rather than go on a 21 hour-each-way drive to come clean my house. I mean, I am a well-known super hero after all! 
::sheesh::
I even have a pupsicle in the house now instead of a moving lampshade. He was destitched last night. Man, did he like his cuddling this morning!
I’ll get a net.
Nuts, you have good friends that give you good gifts.
Finally home from irk. I wandered down to Ye Olde Burrito Shoppe down the street for lunch/dinner (they make huge burritos there). I also loaded up on some pineapple salsa that I’ve been craving.
There’s a mouse trapped in the vent near my computer. I’ve duct-taped the vent cover in place and have told the intruder in no uncertain that it is expected to die in there.
I’m gonna go veg and get this weekend started.
Annette is…the maid? 
This post makes me hungry for M&M’s
No, no Spidey. Annette is the Mouseketeer. Rosie is the robot maid. Try to keep up.
flytrap I would not touch the fart blossoms for any reason.
Dindin is et. 'Twas good. Chawklit for dessert later. It’s a good time at da cave.
Weekend might be kind of smelly.
Well, get the hell out of my kitchen, anyway!
Poor puppy!
And I can’t believe I let him take it either!
Errands ran and I am in for the night. Is 4.47pm to late for an afternoon nap?
Ginny the cat has figured out where Kleenex come from.
Dammit.
She knows all about Kimberly Clark? Smart cat!
We let Kevin’s Corner Kafe feed us, despite the cutesy name. It’s a little seafood joint in Leonardtown that also happens to make fried chicken that **FCD **lurves! I got the scallops, and they weren’t bad.
We’re in for the night. Shortly, I shall assume the position on my recliner.
Get the hell out of my kitchen!
:rolleyes:
On my own for dinner. What to make?