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Now that we've been thoroughly informed how dorky (not a problem; we kinda like dorky) and uninspired (well, what do you what from a clunker) and flimsy (but it's cheap, and the heat works) the Taurus wagon is, we're off to take it to a mechanic.
Had a tiring but sorta fun weekend. Highlight: playing Holly's new (birthday present) Cuban cigar box ukulele in bed Sat. night. We already do a passable "Heart and Soul," a not-too-sluggish "When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob-Bob-Bobbin' Along," and---well, can't remember the third number, but I do remember it was a little shaky.
Had a tiring but sorta fun weekend. Highlight: playing Holly's new (birthday present) Cuban cigar box ukulele in bed Sat. night. We already do a passable "Heart and Soul," a not-too-sluggish "When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob-Bob-Bobbin' Along," and---well, can't remember the third number, but I do remember it was a little shaky.
