|What's the male equivalent o' "stunning?"|
So. We left RGH and motored on down to the automotive beauty salon to give The Tart a much-needed beauty treatment after the rain showers that turned her coating of dust into something that looked a lot like it had recently emerged from a mud bog. But she glistens now, as befits any dowager recently returned from the spa.
From there we motored on out to Cannon Airplane Patch where I got my own beauty treatment, which is to say my once-every-two-months hair cut. We also stopped by the Class Six store for to re-stock the fridge with some drinkable beer. So I'm beautiful now, too, in more ways than one.
I'll be even prettier in about a half hour's time... Beer Me!