Under the Hood.

Last month, I took Ursula to the shop. She’d not been driving right for a while but like a person without health insurance (hey, even in this day and age, it happens), we postponed the mechanic’s diagnosis until I was afraid the visit would be more of an emergency than a check up.

I was wonderfully surprised, then, when the call came that Ursula could come home with nothing more than a fluid flush and new power steering fluid reservoir. Sure, it wasn’t the band-aid price I was hoping for, but it was still a lot cheaper than, say, a … read the rest. . .

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How a Bird Bath Destroyed My House

I’ve been wanting a bird bath for almost three years. There was an old plastic one cemented into the ground when I moved in. But it was plastic. In cement. In an awkward place. Needless to say, it was promptly removed and disposed of.

Which left my dirt yard in want of an oasis.

So today Mom and I went to K-Mart and I found this great, short blue marbled ceramic bird bath. We bought it and brought it home. Did I mention it was short?

I placed it in the corner of the makeshift flowerbed under my living room … read the rest. . .

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