We won’t get above 45 today, and there is a breeze, so I doubt I will go anywhere.
I have to try and muck out some papers that are taking up much needed space, but I’m not sure my brems are up to it.
My sister wants me to go to St. George (UT) with them for Christmas, but it’s going to be three days of rowdy mayhem with at least six families. I’m just not too sure I can deal with it, but she said she had already rented a car, just so I could go, but I don’t think I want to spend that much time with so many noisy people. *sigh*
My bad.
Busdaddy went to the Top Gear website and found lots of stuff sporting The Stig. I was hoping they would have a T-shirt that said, “The Stig is my son,” but the closest they came was, “The Stig is my dad.” Ohwell...
No “The Stig is my Bird”? Too bad!