Ahhh letting go...

Janice Jeep

We had a very productive weekend...First  Po-boi living up to his nickname.  

Janice (blue Jeep) was his vehicle we purchased for him 10 yrs ago. (Ah, 10 yrs already???..)  His 1st car.  He named her Janice.  Do you name ur vehicles??? I remember we had BAM BAM the awesome Grand AM.  or Tango Durango come to mind...lol silly...

Oh, the stories Janice would be able to spill.  Like the time she went 4 wheeling behind the high school, getting stuck, having the entire football team assist getting her unwedged from the boulders her young driver put her thru....lol  Or the time she almost met her maker, sliding down a mountain sideways, cuz the "road" wasn't really a road.  3 days of constant rain in the Kentucky Smokies makes the mud terrain unstable by the way...Oi, I nearly met my maker when Po-boi shared that story with me, 2 days after it happened.  I sprouted at least million grey hairs from it....lol  Or the time you're waiting at a stop light. Just jammin to the music, eating Mcfries...minding your own business, when suddenly every direction you are surrounded by the police.  Six in total, they (police) quickly step out with their weapons drawn at the car in front of you.  Arresting them for drugs, your driver nearlys pee's himself... lol

Yes, these are only the few Po-boi has "shared" with us...

Pennie Patriot Jeep

Now meet Pennie "Patriot" Jeep.  We found a penny in the driveway, must have come from Janice after Po-boi cleaned her out.  So, she is the reason Po-boi has retained his nickname.  Ain't she a beauty???  Po-boi has mixed emotions.  Letting go of Janice was hard for him, cuz he wanted to keep her & make a toy (lifted)...I'm glad he did not, 2 insurance policies cleared that matter up, plus he would always have to lug her around.  Yes,  we're very happy for Po-boi.

Stella at play..

When the menfolk were at the dealership, Stella caught playing with my yarn as I was crocheting.  She always has the evil look when I take her picture...too funny.  She was having a blast "attacking" the yarn.

speaking of crochet, I better get back to my project, stop piddling around. I can hear the thunder boomers approaching...better get my afternoon coffee on...