Surrounding our little pet cemetery in the backyard and on the trail to Bubba's garage were several dogwood trees. It now seems that they are either dead or dying. I just had a humorous thought while I was pulling up a stump of one of the dead dogwoods that maybe the ghosts of the cats did not like being buried next to the DOGwoods. Dunno. Makes you think.
For some reason I get the stupid urge to make lots of smoke when pulling the Mustang into our driveway. This time while doing a burnout I probably held the go pedal down a little too long. Everything stunk like burning rubber for a good 30 minutes. There is nothing like tattooing your own driveway.
We decided to go check out the Atlantic City Car Show and Auction on Saturday. That was a waste of time. The vendors were all of the flea market variety. The car corral had about 25% modern cars and mostly crap. It was expensive at $20 box a person. The only bright spot was that the auction had a over dozen very cool cars. Oh well, at least we weren't sitting around the house. To try and salvage the outing I took Peg over to the outlet mall in Reading, PA. I like driving so the 500+ miles and 6 states put a smile on my face.