So I went off to do various car related errands. I'm standing at the air pump about to check the pressure on my front left tire and I realize there's no stem to check the pressure with. I stared at it for a couple of minutes going "Am I blind? Or stupid?" But no, when we had the tire off a couple of weeks ago to deal with a bolt in the tread, the wheel cover was put on one lug nut over from where it should be. Fortunately, the shop where we do our tire stuff is where my pseudo-son works, so I drove up there, told him my problem, and ten minutes later I had an air stem and more air in the tire. Such a useful guy to have in the family.

OMG collections agencies.

Some jackass named Jay something has been giving out my landline number as his. And not paying his bills.

So this collections agency called me and refused to believe that I wasn't him, didn't know him, wasn't related to him, didn't used to be his housemate. I told them the street address, she still didn't believe me, and then gave me some bullshit story about how I had told her coworker that I was his wife.

At which point I told her that if she called again I'd report them, and hung up.

... except I don't know who they are, so I can't.

But how stupid can they be? If you google my land line, you get ME.

t snarls

That kind of shit is why I got my land line disconnected. The worst was when a girl gave some guy my phone number in a bar. I got drunk dialed at 3am, three times in a row.

I recall eggnog being a lot eggy-er than any creme brulee I've tasted

It's quite possible you haven't tasted my egg nog, and I haven't tasted your creme brulee.

I am not a creme brulee fan, but I do like panna cotta with chocolate and berries. Or a chocolate panna cotta.

Noah and Grace's school is having their fall carnival. We went and now we are home. They had fun, but they'd also rather play outside, at least since we bought the soccer net.

I get a ton of collections (or possibly just payees? What's the term -- not a collections agency, just the company he owes money to) for the person who had this number before me, but they have all been pleasant so far.

Less pleasant are the blocked-number calls I get on my cell phone semi-regularly, generally around 11 at night, when I'm about to fall asleep. No one is there, they don't leave a message, and I have no way to call back. Good times.

Also I just learned Sunday is Oktoberfest in my neighborhood and now I'm scared. Also I am full, but still want to eat something salty. HMMMM. Maybe a wee popcorn.

Saturday is Oktoberfest here. Sigh. Oh wait. that's tomorrow.

I want but I don't know what.

Saturday is the Nigerian Independence parade. Sunday is the Chicago marathon.

I decided that I wanted to be self-indulgent, so I made guacamole for dinner.

I've been getting collections calls for someone who has the longer version of my first name and same last name. I don't know if they're harassing everyone with a variant of the name or if I'm just lucky.

My day started too early and lasted too long and now I just want to watch Fringe but my damn digital converter isn't working. If I can't get the thing to reset in the next... 8 minutes it may find itself in the middle of the street.