Tikkabik

I'm rapidly realizing that I have absolutely no desire to dig out the Frickin' Van from the increasing amount of snow and ice that's starting to cake around it. We've had record-setting cold for the past few days and I don't even want to go outside to start the damn thing.

As much comic relief as the Frickin' Van gives me in this blog and with folks who I talk with who read this blog, I don't really think it's worth the effort and the expense to keep any more. The snow isn't the issue: It's the van's increasing lack of reliability, the realization that we really don't need a second vehicle, and a lack of desire, motivation and finances to fix up the Frickin' Van the way it should be in order to use it regularly.

As soon as I can get the title squared away -- I have to order a duplicate because Emme decided that automobile titles looked FUN to COLOR -- I'm going to donate it to Volunteers of America, which have been the beneficiaries of my last three death-wagons. I'll use the cash I'll save on insurance to pay for a trash collection company so I don't need to drive to the dump anymore.