There is something incredibly comforting about a cat curled up on the couch, gently snoring.

Mechanics

I love my car. There is nothing particularly amazing about her, she's a mid 90s accord, with a few more bumps and scrapes then when I got her; but she's relatively easy to repair. Icing on the cake, I married into a family that does their own repairs, and, you guessed it, they work on Hondas.
My car, being, almost 20 years old, requires maintenance. Currently the issues she's been having have been worn out rubber related. I wont bore you with the details, but lets just say that the passenger front wheele has several parts replaced this weekend. Unfortunately, these new parts didn't actually fix the issues I'd noticed in my drive. As a matter of fact, the weird noises have increaded.
Seeking a second opinion (and the overwhelming nightmarish fear of my car killing me due to disrepair) have resulted in me making an appointment for tomorrow morning at a local mechanic shop. I told the mechanic that my car sounds like a  "low level warp core engaging when I decelerate", after the guy finished laughing he asked me how my brakepad looked. I will admit, that they were very low, and asked how much it would cost for him to replace them, I was quoted $180. Okay, and what if I gave the shop pads? That would drop the cost to $90. Or, for $40, I could get my own pads, and instal them myself. Challenge accepted!

Recycle!

Confession, I'm really bad about recycling. I feel like a jerk for it, and yes, someone somewhere is now burning my hippie-tree-hugger card, but, what can I do? I didn't grow up doing it. One of the coolest, things I've come around recently was a recyclable, and recycled toothbrush. Now, this isn't someone else toothbrush someone sterilized and resold, its made out of recycled yogurt cups. And when you're done with it, the packages it came in, is prepaid postage to send the used toothbrush back to the manufacturer. I LOVE IT. We'll see if I can NOT loose the package over the next few months.

Tip me you cheap bastard.

Excuse me while I get on the magical soap box of doom. My biggest pet peeve is when someone comes into my store, asks about an item, and when informed that it is a one of a kind piece of art, immediately asks for a steep discount.
This scenario makes me want to strangle that someone, and then dance on their corpse:
Someone comes in claiming to be a street performer*, spouting gibberish about how wonderfully artistic they are, what a great gifts they are to our city, that they support artists everywhere, and then insist that a piece of art is horribly overpriced**  and that they should be awarded a discount of over HALF off since they are: 1) gracing you with their presence, 2) are paying cash.
Being the slightly vengeful person that I am, I'm thinking of insisted they get me passes to their next show for free, since I feel that any price for their type of show is overpriced. (At least any show that they're performing in.)

*not really a street performer, but my husband tells me it's poor form to get too specific about a customer.
** The artist had set the price based on parts, and labor (this was a very labor intensive piece, highly detailed and very professional looking) .