I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
HA! You all thought I forgot, didn't you? I did not forget Freaky Friday! But first, you need to scroll down to read the thrilling! conclusion! to Blacktop Watch. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Okay. Everybody back? Here we go:
Remember the trophies I grabbed from the side of the road?
Well, I found a use for one of them - meet my new hood ornament:
I'll bet I've got the only Saturn wagon in town with an eagle on the hood.
5 comments:
That is so cool! I want one for Hal!
That's awesome! My Saturn hood has a dent in it from my fat arse, lol.
I was a little nervous watching the guy drill the hole through the hood, but I love the way it looks.
So the question is, how did the guy feel about drilling a hole in your hood?
Oh heck, BNG, it was one of my crazy co-workers - he was glad to do it.
Provided, of course, that you're not making some kind of double-entendre here, in which case, nevermind.
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