I hope today goes away and stays there.
It started with a trip uptown for some groceries. Stud Muffin drove me past the steakhouse restaurant where we celebrated our 25 wedding anniversary in August. On Monday night, the place burned down.
Not just a little bit charred. Nothing left to save.
And it was the only (sort of) decent steak house around here.
We got home, with a pot roast to make for dinner tonight. After I took a Psychology test, I decided to avoid Anatomy for a while and give the backyard a final mowing for the season.
A word of warning for all you boys and girls...Always label your fuel containers. And never, ever pour diesel fuel into a gasoline-powered mower.
I DON'T want to talk about it!!
But I will say that Studly and I spent the rest of the afternoon draining the fuel tank, buying a new fuel filter, reconnecting everything. And it still won't start. Now we are charging the battery and will try again tomorrow.
I am tired, still have the crud, and it's too late to make the pot roast.
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And I smell like gasoline and diesel.
Think the CPR dummy will notice tomorrow???