I missed a good day here. Mothers... chainsaws... everythin'.
Where I live, if you have a house, you also have a chainsaw because you're eventually going to need it. Unfortunately, I'm a bad daddy to my chainsaws. I'll ruin one, buy a nice shiny new one, and ruin that one. Or at least procrastinate taking it in to be fixed before Father Mother Time ruins it for me. Last year I graduated from an Echo to a Stihl just in time to cut myself out of the debris from the Halloween Nor'easter. Naturally, I eventually jammed the chain, and it still needs to go into the shop.
Visited three MOOthers -- no, make that four, two in Ohio and another two in West Virginia -- this weekend. That's my MOOther quotient for the week. Traffic was HELL, coming back through NJ/NY/CT this evening. Pure HELL. I did have something else brilliant to say. But what was it? And why am I asking you?