Good morning, my deers. It’s Tuesday. The sun is shining, but it’s all a ruse. There’s no warmth. We’re sitting under an EXTREME COLD WARNING until tonight. Or tomorrow.
Or March.
We ventured out yesterday, going to Slightly BiggerTown to get the truck’s oil changed. The dealership’s service department checked out everything and the Hot Mess Express passed the little checklist with flying colors.* Shawshank‘s mom thought her service plan covered only the service charge, so she sent us with her debit card to pay for the oil and called it part of our Christmas gifts. It turned out everything was free, which was a happy surprise.
We grabbed a late lunch while we were in town, and stopped at the dispo on the way out. The sales are always pretty decent, but they have a lot of great Christmas deals. We left happy, having each picked up an ounce of flower. While he drove us home, I compared the prices between here and Massachusetts. The cheapest I could have bought 28g at the shop in Mass was $161.84 before taxes tacked on another nearly $40 on top of that. We spent about $116 USD total for double that.
Shawshank called out of work today. He’s feeling run down. I think there’s something going around, because I’ve developed a little bit of a cough over the last couple of days. We’ll be sloths together.
*so fuck you, scary dashboard TPMS warning light.
That’s a good price for flower. Good flower can be hard to find