The Right to Bear Arms Shall Not be Infringed…
Hello Kitty supports the 2nd Amendment. Do you?
I need to stay away from my granddaughter’s coloring books.
I have to say I got the idea from a lovely website called Coloring Book Corruptions and it is funny. Hello Kitty with grenades and mortars and an M-16. Shame on me. I probably shouldn’t show her getting a contact buzz from a field mouse either.
Terrible, I know.
I remember how much fun I used to have with old magazines scribbling on the faces and making people look like they drooled or had snot all over them. Puerile and sophomoric, yes, I get that, but I need some kind of harmless artistic outlet. It’s cool that I’ve discovered one can do a similar thing with cross-stitch patterns, where you stitch samplers of skulls and knives and gory images with off color and pithy sayings. There are books out there with the patterns ready made, but before I buy those I’d like to experiment with a few of my own.
It’s been a long time since I really sat down and enjoyed some cross-stitch. That’s a shame because it can be relaxing.
Oh, yes they will.
I may have some time for such relaxing pursuits this weekend, as we are supposed to get a big old dose of the White Death here in beautiful Central Ohio on Sunday. Joy and rapture. I am not going anywhere in it even if I am driving a 4X4. What people don’t realize is that 4 wheel drive does not make you invincible. It gives you a bit more traction on snow, but it is not worth a tinker’s damn on freezing rain or ice. The last thing I need is to have something happen to Jerry’s truck. He’s rather cavalier when it’s my car involved, but if it’s his truck, that’s a whole different situation. I’m sure he wouldn’t be sitting around for a month waiting on it to get fixed.
I’m still waiting on my car to be finished. The last I saw it, they were repairing the decklid and the finish panel under the decklid that is beneath the rear fascia. The new rear fascia hasn’t been painted yet and neither has the decklid or finish panel. I am satisfied, however, that the small dent in the finish panel has been duly repaired, treated and primed so the back of my car doesn’t rust out from the inside.
My freaking out about whether or not my car is repaired correctly is worse than when medical people have to be patients in a hospital or doctor’s office. I’ve been around automotive repair my entire life and I am all too aware of what can and does go wrong. I see it every flipping day.
And yes, I have seen cars fall off of racks. This is not pretty, and in both instances that I witnessed, it was only the Hand of God that kept the unfortunate techie from being splattered.
Surprisingly, the vehicles usually aren’t that horribly damaged when they fall.
Unless they fall into something else…
I want my car back. I also want the White Death to go away, so I can not be as paranoid about my car once I do get it back. Only the White Death won’t go away for awhile yet. It has yet to fade to the snowbooger grey sticky muck. Here begins the February Funk, and it sucks ass.