No planes, no trains, just automobiles

It's snowy in RehabLand and now Dahey's decided to get a new car (used really). The old Swedish monster has too many problems to solve, so we may as well look for something else.  Most of the searching has been given to me. He just likes to veto what I find.

We thought we found an old VW in good shape. On his test drive, one of the indicator sticks broke. The salesman was pressuring us to buy it. It was snowing like mad. My husband wanted more maintenance information from their repair staff. The salesmen wouldn't call them or look it up online.I finally told the salesman the only way we'd buy right that second was if it would be if it would fit on the credit card limit in my purse. ( I had one with a 5k limit).

He and (the ever present) manager were offended and refused (since it was a lowball, but in the ballpark offer). I felt relieved because all I wanted to do was get dinner.

The restaurant was one we've always wanted to try. So did nearly half of the nearby town, too. It was packed. You wouldn't have guessed there was a snow storm raging outside. We finally got in after 45 minutes waiting near the door where the cold air kept blowing in and stupid coeds kept opening it. Lots of food, so plenty of leftovers and good prices.

After our lovely dinner, we got on the road to drive 20 miles home. The roads were snow covered and in some parts, pretty icy. It took nearly an hour to get home and the most harrowing part was within five miles of our house.

Just when you think you've gotten away from the crazy drivers, another would appear. I was thrilled to get home. The local snow plow brigade started on our street just as I was going to bed.

Alas, the scrape of the plow was my lullaby, but that sure beats icy roads any day!

Now for Monday and the crazy specialist I get to deal with.  Time for a prophylactic Tums.

Stay tuned...

Dear Door to Door Salesman

When Dahey told you to stay away from our house, he meant it. While it's a little rural out here, we're close enough to the big city that we've seen your racket already.You come to the door with the guise of selling stuff when, in reality, you're just trying to figure out what we have so you can steal it.

So it's not a good idea to come back when this nurse is at home with WildDog, Dahey just had dental work and feels like pummeling someone into the ground because the Novocaine is wearing off.

When WildDog barks that nasty, snarling bark, he's really saying, "Please leave now." When Dahey says, "Get the hell off my porch", he's saying the same thing.

Yours truly doesn't say much. I'm more than happy to whip out the phone, take your photo, and call the local police with a description of you and your getaway vehicle.

Because we really, really, told you no once, and it wasn't good enough.

Stay tuned...