It was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day

Today, Greg and I volunteered for the work party to fill potholes on our road. It wasn't much fun, but we did get a free lunch out of the deal. Lunch was nice until Paula called, telling us that she'd burned some chicken on the stove and the fire alarm was going off.

Fortunately, she succeeded in telling the alarm folks not to send the fire department.

Then the battery in the Prius was dead. Greg and I jumped it, and he ran down into town to both charge the battery and to get coffee. When he got back, he spilled Paula's coffee in the front seat.

I think I'm going to move to Australia.