Countdown to New Years 3

A day that began not with a bang, but with a whimper: on the way to an early AM chiropractor's appointment Southern Man was happily contemplating what he might buy with his Christmas Benjamins when the "check engine" light came on. It didn't return for the rest of the day but the CBs are now tucked away in the emergency fund, just in case. Modern automobiles seldom break down but when they do it's seldom cheap.

Southern Man then got a call from his favorite partner in crime: "I'm on your side of town, wanna do something?" Oh, boy, did Southern Man have an answer to that.

We grabbed a snack and headed out to The Land and got a few pieces of sheetrock up on the ceiling in The Workshop, a task that Southern Man had begun a few times but just couldn't manage by himself. Well, we played around a bit as well. Then he had to get home to his girlfriend fiancée (apparently she was recently upgraded) so Southern Man did a little shopping and got a few supplies for tomorrow and returned to La Casa only to find Teen Daughter headed out the door so Southern Man has the place to himself for a while for a long hot shower and movies and the rest of twelve-year-old daughter's homemade lasagna and salad and an Italian 'rita. That little six-pack of 'rita mixes Southern Man found in his stocking is coming in right handy. And tomorrow there is nothing on the schedule so Southern Man is looking forward to a productive and fun day outside after not waking up to an alarm clock.