Oh, STOP, you're killing me!!! I only get Starbucks on the weekends now and only if we head to Huntsville or Birmingham. This weekend we stayed home so, nope, no Pumpkin Spice latte. Maybe next weekend. Lucella, if you go back today, have one for me to.....
We spent all day yesterday in the garage working on our poor, neglected Road Runner. Seems like it's got a blown head gasket between the #3 and #5 cylindars and burned rings on #6. What a mess. That means the whole top end of the engine has to come apart. Aye yi yi. Hubby said if he didn't know better he'd think the garage was infested with chiggars because his skin itched all evening. Mine did too. I said, "You know what? I'll bet it was the bits of that blown-in fiberglass insulation that's always all over the floor. I was practically rolling in it. (Don't ask - but it takes all of my body parts to work on under that stinkin' car!)
Well, I'm off to the gym because I haven't punished my body enough yet.....
p.s. Lucella, I like the whipped cream
and sprinkles on my froofy coffee.....