The BoneBlog

1.  The discovery that our toddler has turned into a pretty good traveler;

2.  Churrasco, and lots of it;

3.  A hand-painted box with certificates for chores and hugs and such from Laurel along with a card that says I'm "Rock and Roll;"

4.  A tulip planting from Ethan and hand prints with a poem that made me cry;

5.  Pizza;

6.  A walk with Ethan in a nature park wherein he discovered the joys of tossing rocks into creeks;

6.  Near-miss tornadoes in southwest Missouri with winds that shook my mother's house like our recent earthquakes shook ours;

7.  A full-day power outage on Sunday upon our return home, leaving us to scout for a generator, an internet connection, and a working sewage pump;

8.  Dinner at Bandanas thanks to the power outage;

9.  Sessions with car salesmen on Monday who:

• Claimed the Murano is a 'cold car' and nobody wants to buy it, to which I responded, "I certainly find that hard to believe, considering Nissan has introduced the Rogue, which is a miniature version of the Murano.  They wouldn't do that if the Murano were unpopular, see;"
• Told us our statement from our bank with the Murano's value did not account for mileage even though we pointed out the line that deducted dollars for mileage; 
• Would write down "Customer will buy this car if numbers are agreeable" and then made Greg sign it.  Wryly, I pointed out, "They only do that so you have put your name on something and they think now you'll feel you've committed to something, but we know better.  That's just stupid."  I told Greg later he should sign it "Mickey Mouse" or "Howard Stern" or something;
• Told us his hand was broken and reattached so now he shakes hands left-handed and upside down (and like a wuss, or so I hear, but see, he didn't offer to shake MY hand);
• Acted offended when we told him we didn't want the gaudy tricked-out wheels on the truck we saw in the lot.  Maybe it had been his personal choice to put them on there.  I wouldn't be surprised, considering used car salesmen's penchants for gold chains and pinky rings;
• Tried to talk us down on our demand for trade-in on the Murano by pointing out a car in his lot that was newer with fewer miles, conveniently omitting the fact that ours has leather, heated seats and mirrors, a trailer hitch, a sunroof, power seats, yada yada yada that the other does not.

10.  A big fat headache from the car salesmen, but maybe I gave them one, too -- I told Greg I've crossed the line from "borderline abrasive" to full-on causticity; and

11. A trip to the Schlafly Tap Room for french fries and beer, followed by a salad in the interest of good health.

I'll say this much:  there were no dull moments.  For sure.

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