Good Fences Build Good blah blah blah…

Yes, I know…haven’t been on here in a coon’s age. Not that there’s like 10’s of readers waiting on my every word. I’m not exactly sure what that saying means, but I hope it not patently racist…..you know, in Australia, they sell Coon brand Tasty Cheese. Mmmmm-mm Tasty Cheese – it’s like cheddar, only beddar.

Anyways, back to the point of all this…I’m building a fence at the ol’ homestead, so as to prevent the little escape artist from bolting to pee about the neighborhood. Yes, wee pup will be locked behind 6ft of painted spruce privacy fence. And boy am I a handy man! Darn near put a power screwdriver through my thumb the other day…looks like I’m a half-Goth with my blackened nail polish now.

Oh, and for you faithful readers (eh-hem…yeah, right!) who might be interested, the inspiration for this blog, the ol’ A-H Sprite, has made the long trek west and is awaiting official approval from the province before I can start barreling around the streets of this fine city. Had it appraised…some how in the 10 or so years since it was last appraised, it’s lost $800 of value….how often does that happen with antique cars!


Until then mes amies….