As I mentioned in a previous blog entry, our family was on vacation this week and last. We drove down to the Carolinas and back. It ended up about 2000 miles.
During vacation, we noticed a small crack in the windshield near the bottom of the driver’s side and, as the trip progressed, the crack grew from about 5 inches to about 20.
And so, once back from vacation, Chris scheduled to have an auto repair place come to the house and replace the windshield for yesterday morning.
Except they didn’t show up.
She had to follow up with them yesterday afternoon and, since Chris needed to use the car the following morning, she rescheduled the appointment for this afternoon.
In the meantime running those errands this morning, Chris called me on her cell. Another rock had hit her windshield, and there was now another crack on the passenger’s side.
Katie lost the second of her two front teeth on the way home from our family vacation.
My wife has served corn on the cob for dinner for the last days. I don’t know if that was intentional.
I’m watching Herbie Fully Loaded with the girls. In the climatic race scene, the car leaks oil onto the racetrack and jeopardizes its position.
As the camera cuts to a shot of the underside of the car with oil spilling from the oil pan, Claire exclaimed
“Herbie’s PEEING!!!”
We seem to have urine problem with cats. Dino, as some longtime readers may recall, was returned to humane society because he peed outside his litter box.
Cooper, our newest cat, peed on the futon in the basement a few weeks ago. We chalked it up to being locked down there away from his litter box, but weren’t sure exactly why.
Well tonight, my sister and her family are coming into town for the parade and fireworks. I offered our house for them to stay overnight and in the interest of full disclosure, I did mention that they would be welcome to use the futon, but that it had been marked by our feline, so they might want to make alternate sleeping plans.
This weekend my wife, wanting to be a good host, instructed me to get a brand new futon mattress for our relatives. We know of no way to get the smell out of the old one, so it made sense. Chris wanted me to get a nicer inner-spring one in the process.
After stopping a four stores, I found a good Sealy one yesterday and brought it home in our hollowed out minivan and lugged it down to the basement by myself. Tad more expensive than I would like, but whatever.
This morning Chris called my at work screaking into phone. The cat had peed on the new, expensive futon mattress, less than 24 hours after we bought it.
My sister’s family will be here in a few hours.