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Our Gas Meter was in the back of a corner cupboard in our kitchen.

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Should I bill them for thirty-six cups of tea?

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This would make a good newspaper editorial. Might be fair to ask them to offset the gas bill for the cost of tea as a good will gesture since they left you stranded for so long. Also they failed to communicate the requirement that you provide your own plumber to make the final hookup.
 
They put the wrong information on my tax return, I have to file an appeal, and now I have to wait 4-6 months for them to even get to it? This is just not right. One call confirmed they have my appeal, which shows the correct information. Why is everything so difficult anymore? :mad::mad::mad:
 
So I got an oil change this morning, which delayed my leaving the office to drop off some paper work and pick up a laser measuring device. On the drive to a job site to meet my boss I nailed a curb and flattened my tire. A nice gentleman in a work truck helped me put the new one on with his power drill and lug attachment (though I had to get the old one off by myself before he saw me). Now my car is back in the shop waiting for a new tire.

Oh how I love my car...
 
I think it is really cool that all these teenage and even younger kids are learning so much about classic music through RockBand and Guitar Hero.

13 year old a few feet away is totally jamming on his Keith Moon interpretation. I highly doubt he would ever have heard "Pinball Wizard" if it were not for Rock Band. Seriously.
 
I dreamed that I was Denzel Washington in one of his crime drama movies. I was a cop, with someone trying to kill me in a busy town square. My partners were Tone Loc and Jay Mohr. I was temporarily hiding in a domed structure while discussing strategies when someone started shooting at us. I am pretty sure that Tone was a traitor, and that I died. Jay was knocked unconscious.

When Jay awoke, he (now played by me) started asking questions of these two high school girls walking by. While trying to convince them that I wasn't a pervert, I watched my body (now Jay again, my dreams are like that) fall 100 floors down an elevator shaft into a subway platform, still screaming after landing.

I don't like it when everyone dies in my dreams. It really freaks me out.
 
Youngest biological child is 11 today. My kids are catching up to me. In a couple decades, they'll all be older than me.
 
I sure have gotten my money's worth buying those Farscape DVDs. This is the fourth time I am watching the entire series all the way through.
 
Looking good, GoatPig! Do you have any with an angry ninja face?

It's like 2am here and I should reeeeeally be in bed. But I love the quiet and the dark at this time of night. Plus, my bed is at least ten feet too far away...
 
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