Dead

It's been some crazy times! We got our new fridge delivered and it fit like a glove. Then it promptly broke. A repairman came out right away and it was something super simple (some screw needed to be tightened in the fan) and he was gone in 5 minutes. And now it works like a charm! But then...my car was diagnosed as terminal. We knew it needed a couple things, but when a friend of Steve's who is a mechanic looked at it, he was like, "GET RID OF THIS IMMEDIATELY." The entire exhaust it about to rust and fall out into the street. The brakes are bad. The head gaskets are bad - possibly the radiator. Basically, the entire thing is falling apart. Which is a HUGE bummer because we had been counting on it to last at least 2 more years! But we need to unload it before it just becomes a heap of junk metal. Which could happen at any time.

The good news is that I just got that raise at work. So...there it goes! The BETTER news is that I have talked Steve into letting me have a Prius!!! We are going to go this weekend and get it. I have been haggling via email with a couple different dealerships. I thought I was Art of the Deal-ing it. But, turns out, they are just running good specials right now because the 2019's are coming out. I found one that is tangerine. TANGERINE. But, then, I found one that is boring old silver, but it has leather heated seats and a sun roof. Soooo...my winter backside takes priority over fun colors! Also, Wm and Flip would RUIN cloth seats.

I was talking to Wm about a plant dying and he goes, "as are we all." So...that kid is creepy. I have birthed a tiny Edgar Allan Poe! But, it made me laugh pretty hard. He has also decided he can play Led Zepplin's "Kashmir" with is head. You be the judge:


He had a bad day at school this week, in which he ate not one thing at lunch. We had a talk about how to handle a missing lunchbox in the future so he can actually eat food. He has no reserves to feed off of!

And, I couldn't resist taking a video of Flip's nightly walking demands. If we don't walk him when he thinks it's time, this happens:


And, I'm STILL waiting for his DNA results! Steve thinks lab/pit. I think Pomeranian.