I still do not have my f##@@g vehicle home from the repair shop.

And one week from tomorrow it will be 2 flippin months since I have seen my car. And I believe my Rose Sugar lip treatment. The lip stuff is missing and after a massive search that is the only place I cannot look, the console of  Escape. Drats. That stuff is 25 bucks a tube, not something I take lightly.

I cannot believe I have this piece of shit Escape from the dealer and no one seems to care about getting my car fixed. It is free with unlimited mileage, but geez it is not a great vehicle, and it is bottom of the food chain. You have to move the seat by grabbing this bar at the bottom and throwing your weight forward. Oh yea, I love it.

Roto Rooter had so send an expert back, might be fixed this time.

Last week I had an IBS attack from hell, so no getting anything accomplished. This week if things go well I still need the Xrays, the physical therapy and to get to the stupid knitting class.

I hear Curly is now doing the Commando Creep, the kids need a container for her. I have not Skyped for a while and am getting antsy.

I need to find a crate for my mother's dog, the Shitty Dog for the trip home and make reservations. I am sweating this one.

Just saying hey

Napoleon Bar in New Orleans.

Guess I am missing New Orleans but Mardi Gras is early this year and would be too cold. I can freeze my ass off at home.  The year this photo was taken there was a heat wave in the late fall and I had to buy an outfit or sweat to death. The sales lady was in red corduroy and when I saw her at Napoleon house for lunch she was in cutoffs.

Still no car.

The dishwasher would not run after the Roto Rooter visit so I hand washed the entire load and somehow Big Daddy got it up and running last night. Too weird.

There is too much going on here right now, strange things with Uber-not that I am driving at this time and the Flint water crisis. More on that later.

New Orleans in the past

Yea, well sometimes we all drink too much. That is a former Queen of one of the Carnivals with us.

So now I have a loaner from the dealer, a soft turquoise Escape with unlimited miles until they get my ride fixed. Seems this is a brouhaha with the dealer now. Hmm.

I got my teeth cleaned, there was nitrous and everything is fine.

We had our annual Roto Rooter call today, he fixed the kitchen sink sprayer again and said all the problems were because my water is too hot. My question is why is the water in the kitchen too hot and the water in the bathroom not hot enough. Now we are on a faucet seeking mission. Do not ask.

The best of the week is to come tomorrow, on Sunday when possible Punkin Head Skype's with Curly Girl. And it is such a treat. She loves her grandmama.

Just watching a commercial for Bosch dishwashers about how quiet they are, bullshit, mine was the worst of the worst. And expensive for the often needed repairs. I would rate them a 2. It did run okay for a year or two. 2 for 2. Bosch stands for bullshit.

The Buckeyes are coming

Steak bites appetizer at Luxe, Grosse Pointe. I just had to get out of house yesterday, so Big Daddy and I indulged in a snack. Then we came home and made dinner and broke the garbage disposal.

There are Christmas parties at Assembly Plants. They are individual to the plants, the areas, the teams and whatever. As suppliers we have to participate in all and stay within a budget. In the olden days I only had to participate in one and then take some asshats out to lunch. This year I have to go along to a couple lunches, drop off some cookies, make time for my own lunch with a new friend and make some Buckeyes.

I have "cooked" for the plants before, mostly Big Daddy did it and I claimed the awards. Well, this year we will be making Buckeyes together. One party we must attend needs desserts and when the manager and I were chatting she mentioned that she was a nut for Buckeyes. I shared that I was like a dog with a bone for Christmas cookies.

My New Orleans (dotcom) has an story and a recipe for Buckeyes and I said to myself, Supe and I will be heros if I can pull this one off. Now I just have to find someone that makes Christmas cookies.

Oh and I renewed my acquaintance with the plumbing community. When I arose this morning Big Daddy was already under the kitchen sink grunting and swearing. After a few hours of that he made an appointment with Roto Rooter and $300.00 later our sink and garbage disposal is working again.

I need that sink for the Buckeye making.