Ninety days from the date he got his permit, whenever that was. Mid-August?
Cheated Death Again: I Haven’t Bought the Farm Yet!
YAY!! Maybe one of the younger offspring can learn from a sibling and spare you a few gray hairs. (I almost typed “heirs!”)
Back from the library and post office. Downton Abbey didn’t make it into the mix, but I got season 23 of Midsomer. It’s just been such a long time since I watched one.
I was late getting out as I was delayed by a vacuum snag. Literally. The brushes snagged a strand of yarn before I could grab it (in a place I couldn’t see well) and I spent a good 25 minutes taking the brush out of the vacuum and cutting all the hair that has been picked up since I got the darn thing. Why I didn’t think to check it sooner is beyond me, but I won’t wait so long to check again. That was a job for Supermom, and it’s for sure my finger joints will be talking to me in the morning.
Don’t rush. The price keeps falling.