My windshield has three separate chips -- two with large cracks, one small chip. I can't buy a new windshield until I can no longer see through this one. I'm a chip magnet.
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Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Dana may need a bit more than a couch, it seems. [Edit: Dana, I fought Word today, too! I was determined in showing that humans will beat the golem, and eventually the universe agreed that I suffered enough. I hope your victory will be both easier and sweeter]
There is a sort-of Jewish "love/couples" day (I bet it became more prominent the more people here heard about what's going on in the USA during Valentine's Day), but I think it's still not being made into such a big deal as some of the things that you describe (then again, we are always a few years behind the USA, so give us some time). I don't know enough about both cultures to determine which is more "wedding oriented", though.
[Edit: 7+1=2*4]
Frankenbuddha is knocking my favorite Paper Lace song. However, I think I will take the song's advice and keep my head low....
Sorry to hear about the windshield, Matt. That the kind of chip that won't pass inspection?
In and of itself it might, but my previous cracked windshield that I had to replace started as a chip that I had to leave unattended in an airport garage with time to spread. I'm not taking chances this time around.
I fought the Word and the Word won.
A tardy, but sincere, thank you to all for the birthday wishes!
Congratulations to the haydens on the arrival of the sprog!
I fought the Word and the Word won.
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Why is this table nearly twice as large in Word? Why can't I manually adjust row heights? Why isn't it just fitting on one bloody page?!?!?
I dunno if it is a general rule, but my insurance will pay for chip repairs and waive the deductible.
I went out to get some lunch, and was amused and annoyed to see some students walking through the rain, carrying several carnations with messages attached.
Nobody shot me. Those dying declaration stories can be funny in a sick way. I've read some from Baltimore that were like "I cut myself shaving."(because code of the street says you never tell the po-lice.) My favorite was "I'll tell you in a minute." Twenty-eight seconds later, he was dead. I got one of those flowers in high school, from my mom. We had a big fight the day before or something. So it was both appreciated and pathetic.