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OMG, it’s like being in a paint mixer with some candy thrown in. But
what a ride!

I loved it. And yes, I teared up about Rex. Dammit.

(oh, and Trixie has never looked better, I say)

This was in my email today, and it (naturally) strikes a chord. I say naturally because, well, it’s Calvin:

Read on to see why this is timely…

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a little while ago, I smashed our Playstation II to pieces.

Am so proud.

1. State :: of confusion
2. Lively :: opposite of deadly?
3. Valet :: parking
4. Traction :: four wheel drive
5. Official :: story
6. Red hot :: chili peppers
7. Powder :: keg
8. Replies :: are not necessary, but appreciated
9. Flagrant :: disregard
10. Tweet :: Bird

Oh, man, let me tell you about my morning.

(This will be much more exciting if you imagine a rocking soundtrack, a couple of high-speed car chases, and perhaps Jessica Alba in a bikini tossed in. Or McDreamy, if you haven’t seen enough of Enchanted already, and you go that way.)

Anyway.

This morning, I opted to sleep instead of run, as I’m still a bit nervous pushing my legs / feet any more than I need to. That turned out to be a mistake, but whatever. Didn’t run.

Kids up and breakfasted and dressed about as well as can be expected, and off to school.

Check my work email from home because I’m going to the — (drum roll, car crash) — dentist! Don’t you wish you were me?

Off to the dentist, who says things are ok, but “we really ought to put a crown on that one. We’ll print you an estimate.” Oh, yay! Last crown was $700 or so (their estimates can’t be trusted). Um, no, I won’t make an appointment for that yet, I need to go sell a kidney or something first.

Then, home with the car. The car? She’s not running on all cylinders. Seriously, not. So I left it at home and walked… to the bus stop.

(cue gratuitous sex scene between McDreamy and Alba to keep the audience from running out for popcorn and forgetting to come back to this thriller)

I walked to the bus stop, and it’s nice out, and not even a mile away. I stood around for ten minutes or so, having apparently just missed the bus. Then, we’re on! An exciting ride (turns on two wheels, all that) and suddenly we’re at the drop-off. Where I walk a ways and catch — another bus!

About ten minutes later we’re off again, and actually caught some air over the railroad tracks (Steve McQueen’s ghost must have been driving) and ten minutes later I make it to work.

Total travel time, door to door - 1 hour. But I saved some gas, and my car may not have done so well anyway, what with the cylinder thing.

(cue rock music for closing credits)