A grape limosine. Purple. Not just any old purple - deep, dark, Welches Concord Grape Juice purple. WHO THE FUCKING HELL BUYS A PURPLE LIMO????
Almost no traffic. Gas prices under $3/gal.
And then 2 ambulances, 3 ambulance guys in khaki uniforms and Hi-Vis vests with a bright yellow backboard... and nobody in either of the 2 cars that were pulled to side of road. One can only assume that:
A) it was a training exercise imprudently scheduled for the middle of fucking rush hour,
B) some other ambulances had already been and stolen their patients,
C) the patients were invisible patients, or
D) everybody was laying down dead in the visually un-damaged vehicles.
I didn't LoL.
The local 18-wheeler truck driver school must have just had a graduating class last month. The rookies are now all in trucks and trying to back into loading/unloading docks along our somewhat narrow streets in the industrial complex here - and taking forever and 2 weeks to do so, holding up traffic in both directions during both morning rush and lunchtime. Asshats.
Fucking learn how to back your rig up correctly the first time or go park on the side of the road until traffic dies down. Truckers are such fucking idiots. Think they own the fucking road too - what with their idiot "This truck pays $XXX in road tax a year". Fuck you and the Geo you drove in on, asshat. Nobody gives a fuck. Just learn how to back the fucking thing up or get the fuck out of my way.
There is a cicada that seems to have developed a romantic interest in the fan that sits in the sewingroom window. Either a cicada or the largest fucking dragonfly I've ever seen. Either way, it keeps trying to get to the fan. Thank Goddess (and my handy-dandy-screen-repair-kit) the screen is there.
Marinaded some steak to make shish kebabs with in spicy italian dressing. I will have to do that again - it was rather tasty.