Michael Jackson is going to be buried without his brain? GAH!!!! Why do I know that? Do I need to know this?
We had a rotten start to the week. My beloved 1999 Suburban (see how pretty it was new? It’s still that pretty in my mind’s eye) acted up over the weekend. I let the towing thing on our insurance lapse so, with the towing bill and the repair bill we spent pretty much everything . . . we only need 2-3 more years out of the ‘Burb. I hope the new fuel pump will get us there. In the meantime, send beans and rice and/or something to help me sleep.
I’m not sure what the rest of the week holds – usually I have a plan, but, this week, I don’t. And, my first inclination is to hibernate on the couch watching really bad television. Anyone want to join me? Anyone want to talk me out from under the quilt?