No bounce-back, if you know what I mean

After I left work last night the seatbelt in my car was acting funky.  I climbed into the cockpit, as usual, located the partially-depleted can of Pringles, peeled off a stack, and snapped the belt into place.
And it had no bounce-back, if you know what I mean.  It extended like it normally does, but there [...]

The Full Phobia Combo Platter

We’re considering going to West Virginia for Thanksgiving, after all.  Toney’s supposed to be finished with her training class, or whatever, around 3:30 on Wednesday, and we might just go for it and leave as soon as she gets home.
It’s a long trek, however, and would mean we probably wouldn’t get to my parents’ house [...]


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