knack for pointing out hypocrisy.
LOVE that man.
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Currently reading:
Shoveling Smoke, by Margaret Maron.
Finished last night:
Chore Whore, by Heather H. Howard. I really, REALLY liked this book, because I felt like I was getting an inside view to the way Hollywood stars act like asses to the “help.” I recommend it if Hollywood-insider stuff is your thing.
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I went to the bank yesterday morning to visit the ATM. I had a hair appointment later in the morning, and I needed to get money. Sure, I could have written a check for the cut and color, but I’m trying to drastically cut down on how many checks I write; I’m paying cash for more stuff, and trying to pay as many bills online as I can, so that I don’t have to wait for checks to clear.
I don’t know why it drives me so nuts to wait for checks to clear; I just hate it that it can take a week or more for the mortgage check to go through. I have, lately, kept a closer eye on the checking account, because it’s been my practice in the past to use the debit card many, many times, then when I sit down to see how much money we’ve got in the checking account, it takes me an hour to make sure everything’s been entered into Quicken.
I love Quicken, by the way.
So in the last few months I’ve made sure to go online and check the checking account, and make sure any debit-card transactions have been entered and everything’s up to date.
ANYWAY.
So I went to the credit union yesterday to hit the ATM. And as I put my debit card in the ATM, I realized that I had no idea what my PIN was. I get a new debit card every year (er. Maybe every two years?), and along with the debit card comes a new PIN. I thought I’d memorized it, but apparently not.
I ended up punching four different PINs into the ATM, and none of them were right. I cursed myself, shrugged, and went home. Before I was even home, the fraud detection department had called and left a message at the house, and then called Fred at work to let him know that there’d been “suspicious activity” on the account.
Good god. Can’t a girl be a dumbass without the whole world going into an uproar about it?
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I spent a LOT of time on the phone yesterday. I ended up touching base with just about every member of my family at one point or another during the day. Thank god for unlimited long distance calling!
Speaking of phones, we’re counting down the days until we can cancel our T-Mobile phone service and go with Verizon. When Fred goes hiking – in the middle of Madison, mind you – we invariably get cut off by crappy cell phone service. He called T-Mobile the other day to see when our contract with them expires, and while he was talking to them – while the customer service rep was trying to convince him to stay with T-Mobile, even – the call got dropped.
Yeah. I think that’s a pretty good clue that we need to go ahead and switch, wouldn’t you?
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Poor, tortured Booger.
Fred thought this one was funny ’cause you can see the Poo fangs clearly.
He looks more like a baby giraffe than Yoda here, I think.
Every night at snack time, I put a packet of wet food on a plate, and the kittens and Miz Poo share it. They get VERY excited at snack time, believe you me. Note that one Miz Poo is about the size of Sugarbutt and Tom Cullen, combined.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2004: For once, he had no good comeback.
2003: “Oh yeah. I hate this feeling. I should have just had a Diet Coke.”
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: Can you tell this irks me? ]]>