It looks like a paint palette....
Busdaddy’s first wife passed away yesterday morning, and his truck wouldn’t start, so I went over to help him run some errands. The good news is that he filled my gas tank.
The bad news is that I didn’t get any work done here except for changing the sheets on the bed. *sigh* I still have dishes to do and floors to sweep and mop, but the floors are a little iffy, as I’m nearly out of Wet-Jet solution. No more til payday. The same for shower cleaner. :o|
I left my pedometer at Busdaddy’s, but with luck, he will bring it tomorrow. That is, if the truck is working. He seems to think the original diagnosis ($4500 worth) might be faulty, and it may be something that can be solved for a paltry $200. It will certainly take some pressure off him, for sure.
Jerry called me yesterday and told me there was still no news on the part, and asked what I wanted to do. I told him we will wait, and if I have to, I will get another movement permit. Right now, I’m good until the 27th. This wouldn’t have improved if I had had the original smog test even a week earlier.
Kittens have three daddies.
I’ll take the gray one. He or she looks a bit like our late Muffin.
My sister slurps too loudly, but I love her anyway.
What an adorable family!