3. Idea: We didn't talk about this, but after work (‘this was so hard, loading gravel...’), Morgen and I got into the car to pick Adam up from the airport. He mixed a toxic magic potion of jets, suburbans, home remodels, etc. into an evening of dinner and friends. Did we cast a spell? I can't remember. What matters is that he is as mischievous as ever. Today, he unhatched the genius idea for an unscrewpulous little plan to get Max's new car fixed - the AC. |