I got around to covering my shivering, chill bump covered, old butt up this morning and drove into the office, with the terrorist in tow, to do the payroll and tax deposit. Got it done in record time and told em I'd see them again Monday if I had to.
I finally turned the heat on here at the house so imagine my distress to find out the heater isn't working in my freakin truck. I had it in the shop twice last spring because the air wouldn't come on and the heat wouldn't go off. I guess I know how they fixed it now, don't I? I'll be damned if I'm paying them another 250 for labor for their freaky-ass engineering.