Went to the grocery store twice to get steaks, but only came home with them once. By the time we'd realized dinner was missing last night, it wasn't legal to drive back. Went back this evening. Cashed in my huge $5 in winnings from the lotto, then asked if they'd found our meat last night. "Sure, here have some more." Free. Turns out both me and the old lady missed taking it out of the cart last night.
I told her married people live longer, because they look out for each other's mistakes. last night, that broke down, but the 80 didn't -- in fact it doesn't knock on wood. Just one more weekend in the mind-numbing expanse of the Midwest, safely brought home by the faithful LC.
Replaced four seat belts and removed the fender flares in preparation for replacing all of the rubber gaskets.
The fronts were way worse off than the rear. Then I figured out why.
Discovered that the PO had the rear of the truck painted and the tools who did the job were not familiar with the two nuts behind the side panel holding the flares on. They just ripped them off and essentially glued the studs and flares back on.