So you know how hard it is to find a decent mechanic, right?  We moved a while back and hadn’t found one in our neighborhood, but finally needed to because of some small issues with my husband’s car.  So we asked for references from people and ended up at a place near our house.  They seemed great.

Then, as we were leaving, I saw this sign, and gleefully reached for my camera. My husband audibly rolled his eyes and moaned “Oh, come on, they’re nice, leave them alone!”  I said “No, no, it’s okay… they got this one right.”

Because yes, my friends, there are two mechanics, and they are both named Pete.

You may join me in a moment of grateful, pleased silence.

Yesterday Kacia wondered where the apostrophes had gone at the Minnesota State Fair.  Turns out they’d just migrated.  Jessica says:

Aha!  I have solved the mystery of the missing apostrophe at the Minnesota State Fair!  It was in fact kidnapped and smuggled to our state fair, where it and its brethren were wildly inserted before every S in sight.  One specimen was even disguised as a paw print, but unfortunately that doesn’t make it any more correct.

Wow, Jessica.  That makes me itch just to look at it.  I can’t wait to see what our State Fair holds next week!