Moments of wierd

Is it just me or is there something odd about a person who arrives to check out a couple of bicycles which she buys and loads into her truck and then takes a look at the driveway full of the as yet nameless RAV, The Jr Boy's Hyooondai, The Cousin's Corolla, the elderly Tercel, and the utility trailer and asks, "Is anything else for sale?" Upon being told that the Tercel is on the block, even though it doesn't have a battery and we haven't run it since it came up from the gully, she says, "How much?" and peels off the crisp new 50s.

She's coming back tomorrow with a battery.

Hope it'll start.


Hope the ink doesn't come off the 50s.



Not quite hyper-ventilating......