My truck was making funny noises this last week because the muffler was falling off. That's been replaced, and if it were not for the stalwart wonderfulness of my best-beloved rahirah, I would have $3 to my name until April 1.
I'm seriously considering putting my Dwight-Yoakam-signed guitar up on eBay.
I have a review due tomorrow I have no interest in writing now. Thank goodness I got the review of Call Me Lonesome done in advance. Because honestly? I just want to sulk.
Some fun St. Patrick's Day. (Normally one of my favorite holidays. I'm wearing my green long-sleeved T, over which was a shamrock-green button-down, with my green blazer -- which is getting to be WAY too big for me anymore -- and my shamrock earrings with the lovely claddaugh necklace rahirah gave me for Valentine's Day. Am I Irish? I believe so -- I certainly LOOK Irish. My name is Irish. My mother's family is English-German. My father's family is German and... we don't know. It's possible my family name isn't "Coleman" at all, because we believe Dad's great-grandfather may have been a deserter and adapted a pseudonym when he came to Nebraska. But I choose to believe I'm Irish, and there's no way to prove it one way or t'other.)