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.: 4.25.2008 


Bacon issue of the AC is DONE! Over! Finito! I never want to see bacon again.

So we tried to donate our Kia to Goodwill today, but doancha know they are only open 8a to 5p? How is a working stiff supposed to donate? I was off work all day for AC anyway, but both our names are on the title so we both have to be there to sign things. This title I've been carrying in my purse for 3 weeks now as we made various trips around town to get the Credit Union to send a letter saying they no longer had a lien on the car (huh, you'd think that'd be automatic when we paid it off, eh?), getting the county clerk to stamp the title to say there is no lien on the car, and paying our taxes on the car early. This title which was NOT IN MY PURSE when I drove the Kia to campus around noon so I could work on the AC in my office. (Hubby had driven BlackWarGreymon in this morning.) Not in BWGm's gloveboxes, either. We returned home and checked the craft room, the living room, etc. Finally I said, "Screw this, we're not finding it and I have an issue to put up," and drove back to campus.

It was on my desk.

This is, of course, at 4:45-ish. No way to get over there before they close. D'oh! So, we're now planning on doing it on Monday when they open.

The Naughty Indian Coworker and her new Second Programmer had a big project prototype presentation today, so they had planned a celebratory post-work outing. I thought I was going to miss it, but I finished AC things in time to join them, so that was a lot of fun.

When Hubby and I got home we finally put together our Norden table. Well, most of it. Everything but the center drawers, which we didn't do because it involved hammering and we figured our neighbors wouldn't appreciate hammering after 9pm. We're nice that way.

Tomorrow we're up to visit Dad. Seriously, I can't tell you how glad I am this issue is d.o.n.e.

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