Much thanks and super duper props go out to the Butcher's for loaning us their Saturn for an indefinite amount of time.
I was very flattered to receive messages from a few friends this morning, who, having read my recent posts, offered up loaner vehicles. We could have gone from zero to three cars within a day. Impressive.
Props to my very green neighbor, Jane Holt, who came upon George walking to pick up the Butcher's car, and even though he looks so menacing, took a risk, picked him up, and saved him a mile walk. Considering he walked to and from church today, I'd say he's had his share of exercise for a Sunday.
And props also go out to Myron Crockett, who whisked George off last night on a highly important mission to pick up inflatable light sabers, on hold for one day only. Zane, and his buddies, will be forever grateful when they wield these at his 4th birthday next week as they destroy the bubble asteroids that will be floating around our galactic living room.
It's nice to feel covered and cared for by peeps.
Yes, I said peeps.
Oh yeah, I went there.