I’ve always enjoyed boating.

I think I know what my problem is lately.  It’s the late February Snowbooger Grey Funk.  This morning I woke up to a nice sheet of ice encasing my car and no heat in the house.  Jerry, noticing the lack of heat long before I ever would, will be sure to do what he needs to do to get the HVAC guys out to get the furnace running again.  He won’t try to jack around with the furnace.  It has electronic goodies in it that burn up from time to time.  I think the old pilot light system worked better than that ignitor module that likes to burn up, which is sort of ironic, because electronics in cars generally work better and last longer than the traditional mechanical systems did.  I would take electronic fuel injection over an old carburetor any day, as well as ignition modules, coil packs and ECMs (engine control modules) over the old distributor-and-points ignitions any day.  Electronic ignition and engine controls don’t fail as often as the old systems and they are easier to repair when they do fail.  I wish I could say the same for electronics and home HVAC working better than the old time set-ups, but I don’t think it does.  At least not on our furnace.  However, I am no authority on HVAC- unless it’s in a car.

So I am getting to hear about the goings on between Steve-o and the baby mama and it’s driving me nuts.

Why in the hell am I Mom’s sounding board when they go through their petty bullshit?

Oh, why, oh, why can’t she call her little old lady friends with this garbage?

At least I don’t go out in public looking like this.

I did have to go to the BMV the other day- joy and rapture-and as usual my driver’s license picture is abysmal.

I try to avoid the BMV but I have to go at least once every four years.  The only good thing about the BMV is getting my license and registration and getting out.

Happy frigging birthday to me…but not until Tuesday.