Only northern New Mexico. Southern New Mexico has too much Texas and California influence to be anything other than crap.

When we bought my husband’s truck, the dealer tried to pull the BS that since it was a certain age, the pre-approval wouldn’t be eligible. I knew better, so even though we really liked the truck, we walked. We had barely walked in the door at home before the salesman called back and asked to have a chance to beat…

Having a pre-approval from a bank, credit union or some such essentially makes you a cash buyer when it comes time to negotiate the car. It helps avoid all the games of the dealer playing with the interest rate to get your payments in the right place and make it easier to negotiate on price.

How to deal with it? Eat it. Duh.

All this is true, but I do most of my reading at two certain points: in bed and waiting in lines, etc. Having the Kindle app on my phone makes it easy to do both. Every so often I read the dead tree version, but quickly get aggravated with the hassle of hauling it around.

Along the same lines, if you send out a holiday card with a family photo, please include the whole family, not just the kids. Save those cards for grandma!

I think you meant to say instead of Romo.

all of the movie promos are for shit like The Snowman, which will either be very scary or comically not scary at all

“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” — H. L. Mencken

I’ve collected a billion of them from race swag bags. Most go straight in the Goodwill donation pile.

That seems optimistic.

We’re headed you way this weekend and I was told to try this. I will, though I reserve the right to eat only the frites not covered in mayo. My husband will take care of those.

No. Just...no.

Store extra onion in a mason jar. Easy and no smell, though that lid will forever be an ‘onion’ lid.

As a teenager, a friend of mine taught me to drive a stick on her car (a Chevy Monza) since my dad was worried I’d mess up his 3-on-the-tree 72 Bronco. I still drive a stick today and lament the decline in available standard transmissions in new cars. I’m also still mad that Dad sold that 72 Bronco without giving me…

Is your husband bothered by this? I’m the type that if I’m were in the hospital, I wouldn’t want a parade of visitors. I’d feel like a zoo exhibit and it would do little for my recovery. Others feel that the parade of visitors is welcome and required. If’s he’s bugged, then base your further interaction with this…

I don’t think he’s officially on the job yet. Little matter of selling his company to attend to first.

Classic Bloom County strip. Replace Watt with Cap:

I solve that problem by never touching the little creatures. You’re welcome.

You may just have to kill him.