Today, the message on the highway sign over I-290 on the way to Chicago:
“May the Fourth and your seatbelt be with you.”
At first I thought I missed this on the road today, but it is the road I cross when going this way. I don’t often come down the road it is on from that direction. It is actually on Columbiana approaching US 31. Those two roads intersect just one side of the interstate.
I got so annoyed with our freezer door popping open when shutting the refrigerator that I put a child safety lock on it. However, this created a new annoyance of needing two hands to get the dang lock to open. As I was complaining about it, my younger son walks over and pops it open one-handed.
There’s also the line (maybe related to chameleon) where certain family members have an overwhelming desire to throw in the trash when seen on the counter - no matter if there’s still some bread left in the bag.
Twist and tuck.
I clip them up on a rack I have above the sink
Loctite has a trademark on the red bottle, Permatex trademarked blue bottles in response, so now buying thread locker has become somewhat tricky.
Purple is The Way.
Mix them!
family members?
