Anatomy - by 4 year old.
Last night, the baby called me into the bedroom. “Meemaw, I NEEEEEED to tell you SOMPING.” Can’t ignore that no matter how hard you try. Sigh.
Got in there, she starts telling me that her sippy cup slipped and fell into her …
“lower conchestchun’.
Concerned I asked her to show me. Of course.
She holds out her little 4 yr old hand, points to her little finger, and says, in a very condescending and grown up voice…
“My lower conchestchun is right here, by my “nupple”.
Whew. Glad we cleared THAT one up !!
I absolutely love the vocabulary of children. In my 35 years of raising children, we have had the following words
Bisikun –Christmas Tree
Peen n toy -Peanut Butter and Toast
Fruliloos – Fruit Loops
Baginst – Up against
Cwubber – Cover
Somping – Something
Assassinate – inaugurate
Pecuter – Computer
Rapple – Red apples
And now, we have anatomy by a four year old. I have often wondered where MY lower concheschun was, of course, I never thought of looking next to my Nupple !
Rainy, boring, tiring Saturday. We were supposed to go to a Karate Tournament about 2 hours away. Alas and Alack ! The fundage is down to a mere $23 until Wednesday next. So, no tournament today. Sad, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. There was slightly more month than money this October. Well, that and I totally FORGOT about Halloween and the accompanying things like costumes…..
The Halloween parade was at school yesterday, so I had to run to Wally World night before last whilst the kidlets were in karate classes and buy costumes. I had to take the 7 yr old with because HER class wasn’t for over an hour. The 4 and 5 yr olds were safely in class.
About $80 later….and almost an hour we left. With a costume that was TOO small but that she ABSOLUTELY had to have. No, the entire $80 wasn’t for her costume, it was just in there with the rest of the purchases, you know, milk, bread, a tinkerbell costume, etc.
The junkie daughter has finally moved out. They slept at the apartment last evening. The kids haven’t really reacted much, the baby not at all, the 7 yr old a wee bit last night at bed time.
Everyone in the world is broke this weekend, no one is going anywhere or doing anything. Even those with extra money have realized that the dreaded CHRISTMAS is just around the corner. In Wally World, one aisle up from the Halloween stuff, was CHRISTMAS stuff. IT’s FREAKIN October !! What is UP with that?
I should be able to pay off the credit cards this month and then this Christmas (like last) will be on credit again. I hate it, but there you are.
In the car this week, on the way to school, the 7 yr old asked the questions that prompt a parent to say….”Well, actually, there IS NO santa.” Sad.
Last year she wanted to know why I was stressing about paying a credit card if Santa brought all the presents. Quick on my feet verbally, I turned RIGHT around and said…
“oh, honey, the Elves unionized last year after Christmas, and so Santa has to pay them WAGES now, just like everyone else gets, they don’t work for cookies and milk anymore, and to help Santa PAY the elves, he has to charge the credit cards of parents who have them and can afford it, but the poor kids still get presents anyway, even if their parents don’t have credit.”
THAT WASN’T COVERED IN THE MANUAL.
So this years she says, “Meemaw, what if your credit card is maxed out? What if I want something that is really expensive, like my own laptop, but I have been good all year and deserve it, and I don’t get it anyway? How come you always say we have to be good to get good presents?”
EWWWWW. I hate it when this happens. Time for…..(drum roll)…the TRUTH !
So, I tell her the rudeness. Now mind you, she pulled a tooth the night before, and has in her pocket the dollar from the tooth fairy.
WHAT!! She says, “there IS NO SANTA!!”
Well, no.
Then WHY do we have to be good?
Oh, sure, open THAT can !! “well, because that’s what God wants us to be.” Enter, stage right, Free Choice discussion.
Ah well. VERY BLACK storm clouds out the patio window. 65 mph winds predicted. I wonder if anyone brought the garbage bins up? I’d best go check. Thunder and lightning.
Pecuter off. Bye all.
NE Ohio storm central.
Bar Blogging
I haven’t blogged in awhile. I go in runs, I guess. This week has been one of those rather ambivalent weeks, you know the kind. First you start off bad, then you get good bits, then bad bits follow, then, you smile, and it would be really nice if that cured everything, but it doesn’t.
I really despise weeks like this.
I have a theory that cannot really be proven. I may have mentioned it before. Whenever I am doing whatever the cosmic forces want me to do, call them God, call them the Powers That Be, call them whatever or whomever you wish….then things in my life go swimmingly, as it were. The other side to that, is that whenever I take it into my little controlling head to, well, control my life, then everything is, as they say in the Army, situation FUBAR. F’d Up Beyond All Recognition. Normal.
I am missing spending time with the baby. The 4 yr old baby I mean. Last year, she went to daycare in the same town that her sister attends school in, and the same town I work in. This year, without the child support that my son in law ISN’T paying regularly, I cannot afford daycare. So, instead of having her with me in the morning on the drive in, and then in the afternoon on the, well, you know, the mayhem that is my afternoons….well, I just plain and simple miss her.
Today, I decided that I will go all the way back home, a half hour drive each way, as soon as I pick up the older kids from school and get her from preschool. Then, a half hour drive back for karate classes. We have a tournament this weekend. I think I will just start making the drive and picking her up every single day, because we really do miss each other a lot. She is acting out a bit, throwing fits and being very whiny.
Her mom moves this weekend. Finally. I cannot wait. I do, somewhere deep down inside, love my daughter, or at least the daughter I used to have before King Heroin stole her from me, but I will NOT miss her being in my life and in my home. I can’t take the whining and the ‘oh poor pity me’ party any longer.
Right now, I am BAR BLOGGING. I am tired of being at the office, and yesterday, found a nice little bar called, of all things, ‘THE BAR’. The woman who owns it is a recent widow, she and her husband had the bar for years. She is about 65ish and very nice. It is a quiet place, and I am all in favor of a quiet place. If I have a half an hour to myself, like I do today, a nice glass of cabernet or a nice mellow merlot and a quick visit is a nice way to pass the time. I could, of course, be sitting in the alley behind the school waiting on the girls, but alas, this seemed like such a much better idea, and really, I think it is.
Today will be hell. Pick the girls up at 2:35. Go to pick up the baby by 3:30. Run straight back to town to be at karate by 4:00 for classes. One kidlet is from 4 – 4:30, then off to Burger King from 4:30 to 5 pm for dinner, then the other one goes from 5:15 to 6 pm. Then off to the school for a PAC meeting at 6:30 and basketball team open gym for the 2nd grader from 6:30 to 7:30. Then, finally, after all that, home about 8ish and put the baby to bed. The 7 yr old is staying over with my oldest daughter and her 5 yr old tonight. Then tomorrow, when I could be sleeping, but won’t be, a conference at the baby’s preschool at 8:45, then take the car to the mechanic because the power steering pump is going….going…soon to be gone. Then off to work I go.
I have a grand total of $35.00 to my name right now and the cat’s need food. Payday is tomorrow, but after the car payment is made I will have a whopping $40 bucks to last till DH gets paid on Tuesday. Still, that’s not bad. The karate tournament will be somewhat expensive this weekend, but the owner of the studio will undoubtedly hold a check for me over the weekend. It’s all good.
I have certainly been much poorer. And, much richer. I can take or leave either one. As long as I have food and gas, I am good to go.
My oldest and her husband bought a house. Their first one. It is absolutely gorgeous. I am very proud of her. I like the house so much that I told her if her husband gets transferred, I will buy the house.
Our home is 4 bedrooms. Her new house is 2 bedrooms. Do you see where this is going??? If we move in there, there is enough room for DH and me and the two girls, and the baby if we have to take custody of the baby in the event the mother doesn’t stop using heroin.
AND, no one can move in with us, because we WON’T have the room.
Whoo hooo.
I am feeling slightly less stressed. The past two weeks have been rough.
I found my nephew. Actually my daughter in law found him. Of course, readers know that she was FIRSTLY my biological niece. Now married to my step son. She googled his name, and lo and behold, he had a myspace page. We are now in touch and I have found and been found by my brother, (the one who is just a year younger than me, and admittedly my favorite), and his ex wife as well, with whom I got along famously. It is nice to have regained touch after um..twenty years.
Hard to believe that you could lose touch with your own family for twenty years, but with my family as a child, that is just not unusual at all. Sad, that.
So, it’s Wednesday. I have been better, and I have been worse. All in all, I am having a good week.
Keep your breath for Thursday all. <grin>
Firefox
and the cat got out
I am just not getting the whole life thing again. You'd think at age 51, and having lived through all that people my age have lived through, that we perhaps, had gained a bit from all the, well, shit?
But alas, you'd be very wrong.
What the HELL is that about anyway!
Gak. I spent today just plain old being ANGRY. Don't actually have a good reason either. Have you ever had those days? DH calls me 'waspish' when I get like this. I suppose thats why I am called the 'pit bull' at the office. Well, that and I am the one that gets to fire people, the ONE part of my job I actually enjoy sometimes.
I hate working with stupid people. Now, I know that is not socially acceptable, but since I don't live in George Orwell's 1984 and am NOT on Soma...(which, for the literate out there in www land is actually HILARIOUS because they went and INVENTED a drug named Soma), well anyway, I just cannot get to the point in my life where I can accept stupidity and not be angered by it.
Today, I was surrounded by stupidity and stupid people. This is one of the days when I can sort of get behind the thought that sometimes people just plain old SNAP! I will probably be on the FBI's watch list for saying this, but its a good thing that we cannot all own Uzi's or submachine guns, because if I ever cross that barrier that keeps us from true insanity, I could run down the street and create havoc, bloodshed and panic.
Oh. My. God. Did I actually just write that? Okay. Well in 51 years I have never snapped, so society is safe. Truly.
But the frustration? How many of us in our daily lives have to go through that and how much of our stress is because of it? A LOT.
Absolutely LEFT my desk and went downstairs to have a rather liquid lunch. One of the day Chef's made a lovely quiche. Well, really she made TWO of them. One bacon and cheddar, one veggie. Did I eat one? No I did not. I ate TWO pieces of EACH. And had TWO lovely, wet, dark red glasses of a fine cabernet to top them off.
And STILL didn't feel better. HOW RUDE!
Went to pick the girls up from school, off like a mad rush to make the 30 minute drive home to pick the baby up from preschool and then proceed right back into town to karate.
Parked RIGHT IN FRONT. Thought about it for a second. The 7 and 5 yr old were sitting quietly, each in their respective car seats, each doing something quiet. The door is about 8 feet away. The baby is on the other side of the door. Okay. Lock all the doors, tell them I will be RIGHT BACK and do NOT unlock the doors for any reason at all. Roll the windows up.
Go in, get the 4 yr old out of preschool. Come back to the car. I clocked myself. I was gone 108 seconds. A scootch under two minutes. When I got back to the car, the girls were in a KNOCK DOWN drag out fight, screaming at the top of their lungs. Two little angelic girls in catholic school uniforms, each one holding onto ONE HALF of a piece of bubble gum.
There I stood. Holding the baby. And, I started to laugh. I couldn't stop it.
I am SUCH a wrong person sometimes.
After calming everyone down, cause of course, the baby got upset too, and after finding some more gum in my purse....(okay. yes. I caved. get over it - a p.t. cruiser is not big enough for me and three screaming children)..off to karate we went.
Mad dash in, only 5 minutes late. Get all three dressed in uniforms. Into class. Tell receptionist (owner's girlfriend) that I have to run to Wally World. Do just that. Did you know that I can powershop? I filled a buggy in less than 10 minutes. Checked out. Just under $100. Whew. Had enough left for pizza for dinner.
Order pizza. Visit with daughter and son in law when they come to pick up five year old. Go get pizza, come back to pick up 7 yr old and head home.
Turn a corner a bit to quick..and half of the FOUR pizza's end up on the floor of my car.
Why don't car's come with pizza box holders in them? They could advertise it. It WOULD sell. Trust me. Car with built in carseats for kids in back. Small microwave under dash and a pull out pizza holder shelf with retaining belt.
It IS possible to merge onto the freeway doing 65, drive with your knees, look over the top of your glasses to see the road while bending over to the passenger seat to reach on the floor and pick up two boxes of pizza. I did wait until a stop sign 23 miles later to also pick up the SIX pieces of MY pizza that fell right out of the box. And yes, for inquiring minds, I did too put them BACK in the box. Too right! It was a vegetarian special, and besides, I cleaned my car two days ago.
Came home and the cat got out.
Good Night.
Singing in the Drain
Singing in the drain. That about describes my morning.
A comic once said “leave it for Mom. Mom’s will clean ANYTHING!” Those are not good words.
This morning started out pretty much like any other. I got up. I got dressed. I got the baby dressed. Actually, both of the babies. I left the house only 15 minutes late, which, for me, is on time.
I dropped the 7 yr old off at school. On time. No late bell. Whoo hoo.
Drove to the office.
There I was, sitting uncomfortably at my desk. See, the upstairs of our building isn’t exactly heated. Well, actually, it is, but the heat does not come into the office part of the building. Oh, it goes into the banquet room across the hall for our customers who need a banquet, but for some reason, it does not come into the office part. We have a portable kind of propane thingy that is ventless and heats up our part. But, since last waning winter, it ran out of gas, and none of us have had whatever it is that we need (i.e. energy, forethought, necessity, whatever) to go and GET the propane tank filled.
So anyway, I digressed again. I keep doing that!!
So there I was….
And, Junior, the adult person (I am talking 55 years old and really strange) whom the owner hired, (and who has a congenital cleft palette but is perfectly socially acceptable, okay not really) and whom I totally CANNOT understand ONE came up to the office and started telling me something REALLY important. word of what he says,
Stop. Firstly, I really cannot understand him. He is a wonderful person, cleans like a maniac, works really well, is very accommodating to our every need, but I cannot help but laugh when he tries to talk. Okay. I know that is not copasetic. I don’t laugh in his face or anything, but I have to honestly say I do laugh. It’s wrong. I know.
So, here he is, trying to tell me SOMETHING is wrong. I finally got out of him that it involved the basement of the restaurant, and a LOT of water.
Shit.
So I am like “junior, can you show me where it is?” He nods. Downstairs we go.
Yesterday, I stopped at Fashion Bug. See, the sixties are now back, and my decade is now in style. If you are an aging hippy, stuck in the fashion sixties, you are now back in style. Totally. And so, I bought two skirts. They are SO in style that they don’t even have a freaking HEM in them, they are FRINGED. I am now dressing the decade that is in style. This does NOT happen very often. Exactly twice in my lifetime. The first was in the sixties.
So me, who NEVER gets dressed up, IS. Long denim skirt. Tie died beigey and brownish shirt with crinkles. Birkenstock mahogany boots. How f’ing cool am I?
We get to the basement. The sump pump, which normally works really well considering that the restaurant is on the Ohio River and when it rains, and by that I mean RAINS (as in rainforest, monsoon type rains), that back up terribly and overload things to the point that my area has been on CNN twice in the last FIVE years with flooding……
Are you getting this? Yeah. The basement is like totally flooded. And me, being the ONLY boss who is there, who is going to BE there before 11 am, I am the one on the hook.
When I come back in the next life, I want to be a size FIVE blonde with REALLY big hooters. K ?
But, in this life, I am a slightly over fifty, hair of varicolored, saggy, stretch marked, saggy, lined, crow footed old bag of varying disposition.
Again. Shit.
So, over I go to the sump pump. There is like, a fountain of water shooting out of the top of the thing. It is, of course, submersed. Sump pumps are like that.
And me? I slide a plastic thingy that 24 cans of pop come in, I don’t know WHAT they are called and don’t really care…..I slide it over so I can put my $255.00 Birkenstock boots on it and NOT get wet.
Over the plastic thingy I stroll. I bend down. I reach down, into the hole of mucky water and grab (after pulling up my sleeve) the sump pump.
Do I have the forethought to UNPLUG it?
No. I do NOT. (Familiar readers will remember my inability to grasp the concept of electricity and the impact on the things around it that I have…..)
So, the sump pump, which has COME APART due to the fact that the HOSE CRIMPED and therefore OVERLOADED the stupid thing…
Immediately begins shooting HUGE AMOUNTS of water at me.
AT ME!
And, sadly, all over me.
Junior, God love him, starts making sounds that are probably meaning….OH MY GOD THERE IS WATER SHOOTING ALL He is, however, jumping about rather a bit much. OVER YOU, but that sadly, I do not understand.
He isn’t very big. About 5’ 5” or so. Skinny as a rail.
It’s dark. And wet.
Finally, I manage to say, after being hit SQUARE in the face with a shooting stream of water reminiscent of a fire hose used by police to effect crowd control in the 60’s..
JUNIOR, can you UNPLUG it please???
And, he did.
Surveying the problem, I decide that the two pieces of PVC pipe have come apart due to the kink in the discharge hose.
I decide that we need some PVC glue, a largish spring to put over the discharge hose to keep it from kinking again and that should solve the problem
I certainly hope so, because the basement now has about 1 foot of standing water and if I don’t figure out how to get rid of it, its going to be a BIG problem because it is still raining and the forecast calls for another three days.
Off to the hardware store I go. Buy the items I need.
How sad is it that I knew what to do. Why couldn’t I just throw my hands in the air and call a freaking plumber?
No. Off I go. I buy the stuff. I come back, dry off the pieces, remove the hose clamp that connects the discharge hose to the sump pump, slide the spring on, put the hose clamp back on, glue everything together, light the glue with a lighter (and old trick my Grandpa taught me), stick the two parts together, and presto, its fixed.
I come up from the basement. Look at the clock. WHEEEE. It’s now 9:15 A.M.
Why didn’t I just stay in bed?????
If I could, I think I would get drunk. The bad part? Well, if I was anyone else, I would have called a someone to fix it. And my best friends/employers would have gladly paid someone about $200 to fix it.
Me? Now, I am SALARIED. And REALLY STUPID.
Such is life.
Have a good Wednesday. I won’t say have a good Tuesday, cause well, after THAT morning, I don’t even want to remember that it is Tuesday.
I am bemused by people
Gak! I have been bored, boring, enamored of leaves turning, sick, and not really busy, but rather getting bogged down by the changing of the season.
It came early this year, messing with my biological clock. One day, there I was at the kids school for “lunch with your grandparent” day, and WHAM. A note says Flu Shots available.
I NEVER should have done that. I zipped down the hall, whipped out a $20 from my purse and got my arm poked. I went outside and the leaves started falling. Went home and the baby was sick. I know in my heart its all the fault of the flu shot.
I don’t react to flu shots. Or much of anything. My body just sort of takes life in stride. Two things that I have always been allergic to are pregnancy (honest to God, I am allergic to being pregnant, I break out in a body rash the whole time and it disappeared within 24 hours of giving birth) and I used to be allergic to red wine.
I cannot get pregnant anymore and have outlived my allergy to red wine. None of that has anything at all to do with autumn.
I got a cold. Not pneumonia. Not a sinus infection. A regular old NASTY cold, with the runny nose, the aches and pains. I wanted it badly to be something more. Something a little more, well, ya know, more than just a cold.
So, I am taking it easy. Because I do know my body. It is mean and nasty. If I do not baby myself, I will get bronchitis at the drop of a hat and then it will be pneumonia. Friday was a very SHORT day at work. I was so drugged up that my head was full of cotton. I am so glad I decided to defer payroll taxes until Monday morning. I have a history of overpaying the payroll taxes if I am sick. Still, better to overpay than underpay.
So here I sit in bed. Watching the International History channel. Which brings me to a question I have been wondering. If we are all watching things like the Discovery channel, History, International History, Science Channel, The Learning Channel, National Geographic and PBS, why is the country still acting stupid?
I mean, have you looked recently? Do people act any different than they used to, and I just missed it? Take any microcosm. My work for instance. In a staff of roughly 26 people, ranging from college educated to high school dropouts 17 years old.
They don’t act any different than they used to. I know for a fact that they all watch at least SOME of those channels. Even the high school drop out dishwashers. But I don’t get the feeling that they are learning anything about humanity or history or nature.
How can this be? And if I am brave enough (or half drunk enough) to bring up politics, I find out that they are very uninformed about current issues. Worse, they don’t actually CARE about current issues. My 7 yr old granddaughter is more politically aware than many of the staff or even quite a few of the upper class customers that the restaurant serves.
I am right now watching a documentary on Baghdad. Wanting to understand more about the middle east conflicts, I turn to the quickest and most entertaining form of learning available to me. I have a digital recorder and a guide, and have to be in bed for the next two days to get better.
Now THAT’S entertainment for me.
But, am I an anomaly? I know I have been weird all my life. I want to know how Saddam got to be where he did what he did. People are not born monsters. They are turned into monsters by the situations they encounter in life, whether or not they encounter them early on, late on or continuously.
I talk to people in my daily course of events. I ask them what they think about N Korea probably having nuclear bombs. I hear them espouse the same bullshit I hear on CNN or MSNBC or Fox news.
What do they think about a gentle, quiet S Korean as the new Secretary General of the United Nations? They don’t have an opinion. But, I say, do you think that this will change the course of the next two or three years and the way the world will deal with N Korea? What? They reply.
I’m so confused. How can we as a people have such resources for intelligent thought at hand and totally ignore it to watch Dancing with the Stars.
I don’t think I belong in this world.
Merry Sunday
My favorite commercial these days is the one where the little boy comes into a room, sees Mom standing there perplexed. Asks what is wrong. Mom replies, “I want a new floor and don’t know how to tell your Dad.”
Boy looks a bit bemused for a quick second. Turns his head. “Daaaaad.” He yells up the stairs, “Mom wants a new floor!”
Children have a rather simplistic view of the world. There view is black and white. Easy.
The other day DH related to me how the baby (age 4) came up to him. Now HE is very large, she very small. He was sitting in his dining room chair. She slides up to him and puts as much of her little arm around his belly as can fit. She says to him, “next year I want my birthday party at Chuck E Cheese’s Pappy.” He replies, “Okay honey.”
She says further “But you can’t come Pappy.” He asks why. She pats his belly. “They don’t let fat people in there Pappy.” Gives him a beatific smile and walks away.
I guess fat people won’t fit in the crawl tubes, or in the ball pits. ::Shrug::
My life is mirrored in the comments of the babies. My life is ruled by the babies. And, I want a new floor. Kids don’t care what kind of house you have. They do not see wealth or poverty.
They do however, have wants. The baby now, with Christmas approaching, sings out every commercial on TV “Meemaaaawwwwww, get me THAT for Christmas.” To which I reply, “okay honey.” What am I going to say? You don’t tell a four year old that you cannot afford everything they see. You don’t tell a four year old that over consumption will turn her into a Varulka from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, (remember the ORIGINAL one “Daddy I WANT a golden goose and I want it NOW…”)
You count on the fact that a four year old’s memory is catchy at best, and that there are three months until Christmas, and she cannot possibly remember every single thing that she wanted.
Every single year, Mother’s Day, Christmas, my birthday. Every child comes up to me or calls and asks, “Mom, what do you want for (insert holiday name)?”
And every holiday I reply, “a clean house and no fights.” (MY idea of the perfect day.) I have yet to get it for a present.
I just watched a 27 year old walk to the freezer, get out a tray of ice cubes, walk over to the sink and LEAVE THE FREEZER DOOR OPEN. ::shaking head::::
Sir Piss a lot, my son’s dog has ruined our carpets. RUINED. And, we have beige carpet. Why did I buy house with Beige carpet? Well, because when I bought the house, the dog was supposed to move out with the boy. It has been almost exactly two years in this house, and that has yet to happen. So, it takes approximately two years for a smallish dog to ruin carpets.
I could re house break the dog, if I were home daily, which I am not. To re house break the dog would take ENERGY and FORETHOUGHT, something sadly lacking in this household.
I will be needing to do something about that soon. If we are to have more than just DH and the two littles here, well, there will have to be more in the way of contributions of daily labor. Way more.
The thing is, my kids grew up with ME cleaning the house. And they didn’t pay a whole lot of attention. Now, I am 51, work and am tired, and have the responsibility of two small children, doctor appts, karate etc.. Get over it, and clean for me. Do it without being told. Do it right the first time. And don’t expect a medal for doing it either. Actually, don’t even expect it to be commented on. Really. Your Dad is crippled. He hurts. He supports every single one of you and he is the reason you eat, and have a home to live in. Get over the fact that he sits all day long. He earned it. You didn’t. Sucks to be you day. Move if you don’t like it.
I am thinking this years tax refund, if any, has laminate flooring written all over it. The kind that looks like wood floors. I have approximately 524 s/f between the living room, dining area and family room. Sir Piss a lot has a predilection for the living room carpet, but it is all interconnected. So I will need to replace it all.
Now, my biggest question is what color shall I choose? My living room furniture is leather, a reddish mahogany color sort of. My wood furniture ranges from that reddish color to darkest brown. So should I go with a light floor which, by the way I don’t like, or something too close in color?
Hmmmmm… Questions for a Sunday morning. Oh, and the cable in my bathroom quit working. That means I have to crawl under the house today. At least its not raining.
Merry Sunday friends.
