Seen on the drive back from the Wagon Wheel Flea Market to the new home that my dad and his wife recently purchased:
We also passed a business whose sign read "Quaker Steak and Lube." My sister and I are mystified. While pondering that, we passed a restaurant apparently named "HISPANIC RESTAURANT." Don't know where to start with that one.
One more day plus a few more hours, and I'll be on my way home to Jam Guy, Toby, Meimei, our garden, and lube-free steak.
(Hey! I survived NaBloPoMo! Somebody give me a monkey sticker!)