This is my 100th post.
If you recall, it promised to be a doozy.
But that was before this . . .
That’s how much I weakly scrawled the check for this morning. For a new alternator and serpentine belt, labor, and battery charge. The morning we were to hit the open road.
Ain’t it pretty?! The family carriage is operating at maximum efficiency again.
But the miniscule amount in our discretionary spending fund has left the building. So we’re staying home.
How about we all agree that this will be officially and henceforth be known as post #99.5? ‘Kay?
All I’ve got left is this . . .
But . . .
Like Marvin, I’m hopelessly depressed . . .