Books on tape are addicting.
I just walked out to the garage to look for where my dad went, and I found him sitting in his car, in the dark, listening to the last few chapters of his book.
Busy roads: Pros and cons
You know, living on a relatively busy road definitely has its downsides: namely hearing the sounds of traffic almost constantly.
However, when vehicles crash into the median, ram into the road sign, send a stream of sparks into the air and scatter car debris–including a bumper–along the road, which other speedsters then run over for the next 30 minutes, living on a busy road is a genuine source of entertainment.
It’s happened three times so far and has yet to get old.
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Getting gas-not my specialty
Apparently I’m only slightly better at getting gas than I am at cooking.
This is what I found when I got home and stepped out of my car:
On the bright side, I didn’t burn anything, which tends to happen when I’m near a stove.
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Pride is bad
I was really proud of myself for not driving my car for four straight days.
I wasn’t quite as proud when I finally got into my car again and realized that I’d left my sunroof open for those four days.
Oops.
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Question
Have you ever drained the contents of a chip bag without getting crumbs all over your face, shirt and in many instance, car?
My answer: No. And they normally end up in my bra too–which is itchy.
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Boulder neighbors
I’m really have no idea what about this spot made my neighbor think it might be a good place to park:
