Mine is under a small panel near the fusebox, to the left of the steering wheel.

I'll take a look in that area, thanks.

I'm sort of boggled they want you to do that, since...it requires less intelligence to do (once you know where it is, which people dealing with all sorts of cars all day probably should) than opening the car door.

Why would they want you to open it before you go? Aren't they supposed to be the experts?

Not a clue. I don't know if they're worried their "experts" won't be able to find it or what.

Don't forget about gnomes Allyson.

Does your mother have one those shiny bowling ball thingies yet? They're all over the place around here and I can't help but shake my head at them.

ETA: ION, I have to wonder if they're pumping stupid gas into the air system at the local hospital this morning. So far my calls have consisted of a person not knowing what to put in the "current password" field when changing their password, someone who couldn't find a window they had just launched and someone who couldn't see anything on their screen because their monitor was turned off.

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I've seen variations of this one that go around telephone poles.

Do racist caricature lawn onraments qualify as "tacky"?

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On The Unit last night, did I miss a Scott Foley nude scene that folks on another board were talking about happening?

If so, I need to have an angry talk with whoever decided to interrupt local programming with tornado bulletins last night. These people need to learn their priorities!

Oh god.

Hm. In other news that is likely only funny to me, I received the following email from my SIL:

This is important to the story I am telling below: Jason gave Gavin a bath and got him ready for bed last night.

This morning as I was changing Gavin’s diaper, I was very preoccupied thinking about my day’s activities. As he was bare bottomed on the mat out of the blue I hear him say, “I have balls.” I said,”What did you say?” He looked up at me and said, “I have balls.” I thought, wow I wasn’t hearing things. I said, “Actually you have testis.” Trying to keep it technical and not dirty. He said very matter of factly, “No, I have balls.”

Enough said. Where did he learn this tidbit? I am sure their name begins with a J.

I can't get over this disease. Muscle to bone...it boggles my mind.

Wow, that is seriously freaky.

That sounds like it could be the basis for some Greek myths, only turning to bone instead of stone.