My car didn’t blow up - but it could have. The Saab is hanging out in Mariemont, waiting for an insurance adjuster to green light a project that involves a destroyed exhaust pipe and a punctured gas tank. I’m just grateful the car didn’t ignite last Thursday - and that I managed to get out of it safely.

Add in some CAC/Shepard Fairey street party insanity (anyone else bummed they didn’t have the balls to dive in to the Rumpke dumpster swimming pool?) and a nice evening of recognition and celebration at the Junior League of Cincinnati (humbled by an award I received for the cookbook; excited about joining the organization’s board) - the past nine days have been off. da. hook.
Registry cleaner trial