So, we’re driving over to Lowe’s to get some gardening stuff for Michele. In my truck I tried to turn on the MP3-CD player I have hooked up, but it wouldn’t activate.

Michele fiddled with it for a few, then sadly declared that it had bitten the ghost.

Much laughter later, I explained the origins of said mixed metaphor: “Biting the dust” and “Giving up the ghost.”

She took it well at least (If laughing until she was about to cry is taking it well).