Teh Squeaky Wheel
Sunday greetin’s, GN!
I got nothin’ else.
You know that has to be a lie -- ain’t no ammo nowheres.
Good morning, fatwa and teh rest of the GN! LLike fatwa, I got nuthin’ as my mind has been picked clean by ZOG.
Oh,yeah. Mrs Sven finally gassed up her jeep and noticed the Greta sticker on the gas door. She at first thought it was a mechanic from a couple of weeks back, but she finally figured out it had to be me.
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
I had to do some sprinkler repair yesterday. The other day I turned on the sprinklers and noticed a lump forming in the yard. So I dug it up, made the repair, and I’m going to pressure test it this morning. I hate making repairs in the middle of a line -- you can’t get full engagement at both ends with rigid PVC.
Well, it looks like the repair held, but now one of the heads is acting up. It’s always something.
No tears shed here -- murderer Phil Spector dead in prison.
His victims were unavailable for comment.
And once again, an official notice from SoCal Edison of being under another PSPS shutoff advisory beginning tomorrow and running for the next three days. I think this time we’ll get ours as we were lucky last week.