You did not say that to him! I stared down my son.

Given my recent post about the Peugeot and my dad’s less than fondness of the French, this came up for me. We were on a trip to New York when the kids were young (2004, maybe? That’d put Blondie at 12 and the Boy at seven), and we hit up the Statue of Liberty. With … Continue reading You did not say that to him! I stared down my son. →

Critters and the Car…

I went out to plug in the electric car this morning, in the bright Yosemite sunshine, and something moved as I opened the cover. Then it blinked. “YAAAAAAAAAH” I shouted, especially since Blondie (daughter) and her boyfriend, Beloved, and my sister met up with a rattler on their hike yesterday. Of course, a snake wouldn’t FIT in … Continue reading Critters and the Car… →