Two Down

We have a fellow injured soul at 1528 North Franklin Place.

Rita has lost an eye. Her front left one, to be exact. Jon and I woke up the other day to find the headlight dangling like a booger off the front of the car.

Our current fix includes masking tape and a boatload of prayers to the car gods.

Vehicles are expensive. Especially old ones. 

P.S. We pronounce booger "boo-zhay" - a la, French Target - in this house. Love it.


  1. Seriously. I just read that outloud to the general public at Starbucks in Amherst. I cannot wait to see your crippled self!