No... it's not a a small quick bread made from dough that has been rolled out and cut or dropped from a spoon.
She's my buddy. See her smiling at me. Yes, she does smile.
Biscuit loves to sit on the porch with us at night. She looks out over the yard as if she is surveying her kingdom. Yes, she owns that yard.
She also loves to ride in the truck with Joe. If she doesn't get to go ride for two days, she pouts. She loves to go to the hardware store with him. What's better than an old Geezer and his dog.
Yes, I love this dog. (ssshhh, don't tell her I called her a dog.)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
I owned a 2002 Highlander. It started having some problems. When a car starts to have problems, you have to go through the thought process and inevitable discussion of whether it's worth it to put more money into a 10 year old car. Joe and I don't always see eye-to-eye in those discussions.
In the end, I decided it was time to trade it.
The grandkids call my new car the "magic" car. It has more bells and whistles than I will ever use. It doesn't have a key. It has a push button to start it. I did use the seat heaters this weekend when it was cold and think that they are something that I will use.
I've been very surprised by how much I enjoy the sunroof. I'm a sunshine-kind-of-gal and tend to get gloomy in the winter. Open the sunroof and it's just like sitting on the beach.
Of course, I already have gotten the first ding in the door. Soap box -- why can't people be considerate of other folks cars? They cost as much as a house used to cost. It's not hard to take a little care when opening a door. Thankfully, the person who hit the door was a good simaritan and left a note offering to pay for the repair.
Did I say I love my new car?