After a spectacular Halloween which saw 81 trick-or-treaters brave Chloe Stowe’s front door (my house has basically been a Pumpkin & Witch Joy-Land for three weeks now), I spent the first daylight hours of November at the local auto repair shop.
Thankfully, the “Check Tire Pressure… Right, Freaking Now!!” light turned out to be just a false alarm caused by the first chill of the season.
(Yeah. Big surprise here.) I don’t do such early morning escapades well.
“Check Prozac Level… NOW!” alarms were pretty much off the charts there for a bit.
So, the remainder of my Saturday will be spent in recovery mode.
Do you realize how stupid that is?
Chloe, whose life is just plain silly sometimes