The fact that I find myself sitting in front of my computer, shivering, at 6:30 in th morning before I have to go to ork for my third twelve hour day for inventory is enough to question my sanity. I need a new job. Hell, I need a new life except for one aspect. My boi. And he needs a nnew life too. Where do I get some Callgon to take us away. I think an industrial size bottle is needed. 
Rotate the tires, cheange the fluids and filters, make sure none of the belts are too worn.
Properly maintained a life should last you, well, quite a long time.
I was born
down in the boondocks