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livingdebToday I got another wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, this time at my sister's. I offered to bring her gravy in a jar, which made her happy because she only had gravy from a packet. She also had mashed potatoes with too much garlic (mmm). And at least four desserts. I had some pumpkin cheesecake and some plain cheesecake in a chocolate crust.
We also saw some of the old British "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." That was funnier than I remembered. And I got to borrow the last volume of the Series of Unfortunate Events to read.
Speaking of movies, Netflix finally received a movie we mailed near the beginning of last week. I was starting to suspect theft. Most of the time when things are missing and so people start getting angry about theft, they are mistaken. But I've always wondered why people don't go around stealing Netflix movies that are clipped to the outside of the mailbox to be returned. Other than moral fortitude, of course. Well, you also don't know which movie you'd be getting. And I suppose messing with the mail is a federal crime or something. Still, good news, no theft.
Even though I already had a suspect picked out. So sad. At least two people on my block (and there are only maybe nine houses on my block) have gotten parking tickets for facing the wrong way or something. It's the kind of ticket you don't get unless someone complains. Neighbor A says that Neighbor B is a complainer and nosy and deliberately pisses off Neighbor C. I have met Neighbor C and she has been awesomely nice to me. Neighbor B is the person whose house I parked in front of that time I got a sticker on my car. So I was suspecting Neighbor B.
In other neighborhood news, Neighbor B has a really nice Christmas light display right now.
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I gassed up my car and put air in my tires today. In the process, I broke my tire gauge. I can't find my regular tire gauge, but then I remembered that I had gotten one free with a packet of pollution-reduction items. But now it looks like the little pointy part has broken off, so I can now measure only the air pressure outside the tire, in which I have very little interest. The gauge didn't break until I was checking my fourth tire, which is good, but still, one of my tires may be harboring a very, very wrong quantity of air.
I can't complain too much about the gauge because it was free, but hey, it was brand new. And pretty. And now I have to go get another one. Or use the one on the fridge. Which is so cute and magentized and pretty on the fridge. I don't even know where we got that.
The lesson: Do not get a tire gauge with a plastic spiky thing. Of course, who would even make one with a plastic spiky thing instead of a metal one? I don't know, but do make sure to check.
We also saw some of the old British "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." That was funnier than I remembered. And I got to borrow the last volume of the Series of Unfortunate Events to read.
Speaking of movies, Netflix finally received a movie we mailed near the beginning of last week. I was starting to suspect theft. Most of the time when things are missing and so people start getting angry about theft, they are mistaken. But I've always wondered why people don't go around stealing Netflix movies that are clipped to the outside of the mailbox to be returned. Other than moral fortitude, of course. Well, you also don't know which movie you'd be getting. And I suppose messing with the mail is a federal crime or something. Still, good news, no theft.
Even though I already had a suspect picked out. So sad. At least two people on my block (and there are only maybe nine houses on my block) have gotten parking tickets for facing the wrong way or something. It's the kind of ticket you don't get unless someone complains. Neighbor A says that Neighbor B is a complainer and nosy and deliberately pisses off Neighbor C. I have met Neighbor C and she has been awesomely nice to me. Neighbor B is the person whose house I parked in front of that time I got a sticker on my car. So I was suspecting Neighbor B.
In other neighborhood news, Neighbor B has a really nice Christmas light display right now.
**
I gassed up my car and put air in my tires today. In the process, I broke my tire gauge. I can't find my regular tire gauge, but then I remembered that I had gotten one free with a packet of pollution-reduction items. But now it looks like the little pointy part has broken off, so I can now measure only the air pressure outside the tire, in which I have very little interest. The gauge didn't break until I was checking my fourth tire, which is good, but still, one of my tires may be harboring a very, very wrong quantity of air.
I can't complain too much about the gauge because it was free, but hey, it was brand new. And pretty. And now I have to go get another one. Or use the one on the fridge. Which is so cute and magentized and pretty on the fridge. I don't even know where we got that.
The lesson: Do not get a tire gauge with a plastic spiky thing. Of course, who would even make one with a plastic spiky thing instead of a metal one? I don't know, but do make sure to check.