The car is out of commission until at least Thursday, when it goes in to visit our mechanic. Judging by our description of our car’s current trouble, the Taurus’ past history of stalling on hot days, and Glenn’s total ignoring of our mechanic’s warning to never let the fuel level get below a quarter of a tank, all signs seem to point to the fuel pump. 🙁 Glenn’s supposedly been approved for a loan. I’m glad we can get the car fixed. I just wish it wasn’t going to cost us in the long run.

Jarret keeps running into the room with a rubber mask on, scaring the crap out of Ribbon. I hope she yaks up a hairball in his bed.

As of today I must officially swear off the Mountain Dew. *wails* And the ZipFizz. Well maybe not the liquid shots because most of their “zip” is from the B-12, but the regular ZipFizz drinks will have to go. I poured myself a nice tall glass of the Dew this afternoon. Haven’t had the stuff in a few months, ’cause my doctor already recommended against me I drinking it. *sheepish grin* Anyway, this evening I bent over to put down the cats’ food dishes and my heart suddenly started racing. It took a good two to three minutes to get it to slow down, and it did it just as suddenly as it sped up. Very scary. It’s never gone that long before.