Man, New Year's just snuck up on me. We weren't going to do anything...I'm pretty sure Don has to work tomorrow. I technically don't get holidays off, but as long as it's slow we don't have to do any work. So we'll be hanging out here; there's wine and other stuff here anyway. Not that I have any tolerance anymore. It's going to be like the last couple of New Yearses where I had half a drink and was toast, ha ha.
On Monday, Don was getting ready to leave for work and his car door wouldn't close. The latch wouldn't latch and it kept bouncing back open. He called me from the parking lot and said he was going to Saturn, so he might need a ride to work. They wound up paying for a cab for him to go to work from there, and they didn't charge anything to replace the latch because of our warranty. Score! I figured they might not charge for the parts but charge for labor or something similar, so that was a nice surprise.
When we left on Christmas, I noticed the Bonneville had an orange parking notice on it. We're supposed to move our cars every 24 hours so they can clean the snow out of the spots, but it's stupid because we're basically just playing musical cars and they don't clean the spots out right away anyway. They put one on any of the cars that were completely covered in snow. So I was like, whatever; it might be worth the towing fee just to force someone else to dig it out for me. But the deadline on the notice was Monday the 29th (I guess they realized that the cars weren't moving because people were away for the holiday), and it was warm enough over the weekend that most of the snow melted, so Sunday night we just had to clean a little off and I moved it to another spot. There wasn't one on the Saturn, which hadn't moved either but had no snow on it because I cleaned it off, but I moved it anyway; so much snow had blown between the cars that the front was encased in a snowdrift. When I moved it, there was an imprint of the headlights and grille in the snow. It reminded me of Silly Putty.
Things I have recently learned:
1) Naomi Watts was in Children of the Corn IV.
2) There was a Children of the Corn IV.
I was walking this morning and Sam kept following me and grabbing my ankle. I said "What the hell are you doing?" but then I realized there was a loose thread on the hem of one of my pants legs and it was trailing behind me, and she was pouncing on it. Goofball.

On Monday, Don was getting ready to leave for work and his car door wouldn't close. The latch wouldn't latch and it kept bouncing back open. He called me from the parking lot and said he was going to Saturn, so he might need a ride to work. They wound up paying for a cab for him to go to work from there, and they didn't charge anything to replace the latch because of our warranty. Score! I figured they might not charge for the parts but charge for labor or something similar, so that was a nice surprise.
When we left on Christmas, I noticed the Bonneville had an orange parking notice on it. We're supposed to move our cars every 24 hours so they can clean the snow out of the spots, but it's stupid because we're basically just playing musical cars and they don't clean the spots out right away anyway. They put one on any of the cars that were completely covered in snow. So I was like, whatever; it might be worth the towing fee just to force someone else to dig it out for me. But the deadline on the notice was Monday the 29th (I guess they realized that the cars weren't moving because people were away for the holiday), and it was warm enough over the weekend that most of the snow melted, so Sunday night we just had to clean a little off and I moved it to another spot. There wasn't one on the Saturn, which hadn't moved either but had no snow on it because I cleaned it off, but I moved it anyway; so much snow had blown between the cars that the front was encased in a snowdrift. When I moved it, there was an imprint of the headlights and grille in the snow. It reminded me of Silly Putty.
Things I have recently learned:
1) Naomi Watts was in Children of the Corn IV.
2) There was a Children of the Corn IV.
I was walking this morning and Sam kept following me and grabbing my ankle. I said "What the hell are you doing?" but then I realized there was a loose thread on the hem of one of my pants legs and it was trailing behind me, and she was pouncing on it. Goofball.
