Well, I guess Spear-chucker and I are declaratorily clean today and so you monkeys can officially quit treating us like second-class pariahs. Yes “second-class pariahs”, you heard me. Eta.
This has definitely made me more sensitive. I suppose I’ll go have a good cry now.

It’s Abigail’s birthday, dbaker’s birthday, and, I think, Alfred Hitchcock’s birthday. Mad props to all of them!

Key signing and tacos tonight at the cowhouse. Let’s build that web of trust and abuse our gastrointestinal systems! Bring your key fingerprints and maybe some ice cream.

I replaced the shocks and struts on the cabrio yesterday and now it’s sitting up like a monster truck. I hear that they need about 100 miles to “settle”. We’ll see.