The clown car, at 303,000 miles, has finally said, "Uncle." (At least it didn’t say MEOW. 🙄) I shall be bringing it home from the repair shop to enter car hospice, as the latest $1400 estimated repair bill is not worth the whole of the car. Bummer. Good ol’ Clown Car. It held on through an awful lot.
I still have to get to and from Maryland this week. Please pray it holds together for one last trip. Car shopping this weekend I guess. Bleh. I'll just reach in my back pocket for my secret stash o' cash. 😜
We are a small Hobby Farm with just a HINT of insanity. Maybe a tad more. Nestled near the foothills of the Blue Ridge, we raise and sell poultry, hatching eggs, and goats. My husband, Gregg, aka the Voice O' Reason, keeps me alive and off the 6 o'clock news. Our daughter, Rebekah, is special needs - which mostly means she's way smarter than most. We also have a daughter, Elisabeth, and a son, Ben. One married, one about to be. That should sum things up enough to follow along.
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