Currently reading: Islands.
Oh, and to the person who asked about the book about women driving alone – could it be The Bad Girl’s Guide to the Open Road? I know I’ve never written about that book – because I’ve never heard of it – but maybe you read about it somewhere else and thought you’d read about it here?
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I’m sitting here waiting for the cable guy to show up, and freezing my toes off.
The lawn was covered with sleet when I woke up this morning. This after it was in the 70s on Saturday.
I take it back about Spring being my favorite season – I much prefer summer, when I am not freezing to death every moment of my life.
GAH.
Hey, did you know that the 27th is not only Easter Sunday, it’s the day we turn our clocks ahead an hour? I love it when we do that – I hate the “lost” hour, but I love that we have more daylight at the end of the day. Now all I want is a nice string of sunny 70-degree days, and I’ll be happy. (
Edited to add: Er, nevermind. We actually turn the clocks ahead on April 3rd. All I saw on my calendar was “Daylight Savings Time” and didn’t take the time to look closer to see that it’s only for Australia. Duhr.)
Naturally, weather.com says it’s going to be rainy and overcast for the next 10 days.
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I had to write a check to the spud’s school yesterday for lunch money. Now, when you write a check to her school these days, you are required to write all kinds of shit on the front of the check. Name, address, phone number, work number, driver’s license number. Everything has to be there or they won’t accept the check and the spud wouldn’t get her crappy school lunch.
(Mmmm… tater tots…)
Last night as I was scribbling down all the information, I realized that I’ve been writing down the driver’s license number I had when I had a Maine driver’s license. I’ve had an Alabama license for about 8 years now, but never got around to memorizing the number.
Oh, wait. You know what? I think it’s actually the license plate number from my first CAR that I memorized. Because I had a Chevron credit card when I was 17 (I know! Horrifying that they’d give credit to a 17 year-old.)and when I used it, I had to write down my license plate number.
Yep, I just went and looked at a picture of my first car. I’ve been writing down the license plate number of a car I owned (or rather, my parents owned) 20 years ago.
Is it any wonder I have a fondness for small cars?
I actually think it’s funny as hell that places like the spud’s school and Pizza Inn require you to put your license number on the front of your check. I mean, they don’t check what you write down against your actual license, they just take it on faith that you’ve written down the correct number.
Here’s a thought: If I’m about to write a hot check, do you REALLY think I’m going to write down my real driver’s license number and phone number?
I DON’T THINK SO.
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Portly Poo in the box, tra-la-la-la-la! Portly Poo in the box, tra-la-la-la-la!…
She looks like a sugar in a plum.
“I will just lay here and roll around in the sun until you are so annoyed by my presence that you vacate that box. Bitch.”
“Juuuuust laying and stretching. Yep, that’s all I’m doing!”
“Go away, Boogie. This is MY BOX!”
“Moooom, she won’t let me lay in the BOOOOOX!”
(Pretend there’s a picture here of Miz Poo becoming so disgusted she can barely stand it, and stomping off.)
“Myyyyy box! Is a very, very, very fine box! With a Booger sittin’ inside, and life used to be so hard! But now everything is easy… ’cause of
MY BOX!”]]>