Poor Fritz.  As if it wasn’t bad enough to have burns on all your quarter-panels and to smell like someone mistook you for a brisket.  Friday night, I asked tall!boy to check for me and see if the headlights had blown out in the fire (the plastic covers are cracked) and he came back upstairs and said that it wouldn’t turn over.  Dead battery.  GREAT.

So I’m currently waiting on AAA to arrive to tow him to Sears for a new battery.  But I can’t start any quilting cause they could arrive any minute.  Bleck.  Well, at least I’m getting all my blogs added to bloglines!