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20 October 2007

Weekends are made for... →[More:] car problems.

Last weekend, all three of the cars in my family had issues that needed to be dealt with; two of them were essentially undriveable during that time.

So they're all fixed now and I can breath easy, right?

Wrong. The garage door spring busted and the garage door can't be opened. Waiting for the repair guy....

post by: Doohickie at: 12:02 | 19 comments

...leaking hot water tanks. Saturday morning!

That was expensive.

posted by Savannah 20 October | 12:46

Yeah, I hear ya.

posted by Doohickie 20 October | 13:31

I just coughed up something green. So glad I don't have to be at work...

posted by pieisexactlythree 20 October | 13:45

...going into work to get some good quality, worthwhile coding done in peace and quiet without constant interruptions from people wanting irritatingly annoying bits of work doing. Please God hire a new intranet manager so that I can do some UK-level stuff for my company instead of showing the same people for the nth time how to use Dreamweaver to link two pages together. Gah.

Weekends is also verrrrrrry good for hot dates with The Girl. One of which will be starting just as soon as we've eaten.

posted by TheDonF 20 October | 13:46

Slight hangovers. Full on hangovers. Shopping with friends. Waking up late. Generally escaping responsibility.

posted by viachicago 20 October | 14:07

...being at work? No. That ain't right. So why am I here?

posted by Miko 20 October | 14:19

...brunching. We walked around the neighborhood with Twinkie, hanging up fliers for the church Halloween party I'm planning (please please PLEASE let someone show up!) Then we had a little lunch at the Brick Cafe- the salad I had, with goat cheese, string beans and potatos, was delicious!

posted by ThePinkSuperhero 20 October | 14:23

...noticing (today at least) how dark it's getting. It was almost completely dark at 6.30 this evening which is a little sad. The clocks change next weekend so that'll only make things worse. Boo!

posted by TheDonF 20 October | 14:27

And cold, TheDonF. I'm thinking about putting the heater on for the first time.

...breakfast at 4.30pm. Hmmm eggs and mushrooms in the afternoon.

posted by goo 20 October | 14:33

It's made for LOVE

posted by matteo 20 October | 14:52

No one is going to say Michelob? Too obvious?

posted by Lentrohamsanin 20 October | 15:00

Yeah, goo, it's getting colder as well. My ears were distinctly chilly on the way to work the other day and I've had the heating on for the past week. Oh well. I wouldn't mind, but we had such a crappy summer in the UK this year that it feels somewhat unfair that it's got so cold and dark so soon.

posted by TheDonF 20 October | 15:24

...losing the rugby world cup final.

posted by matthewr 20 October | 15:47

...going to kid Halloween parties and watching the kids have a blast.

...going to the mall and finding four new cute tops so I can stop looking like Haggis McBaggis.

...watching movies with my husband and sister and hopefully laughing. Lots of laughing.

posted by LoriFLA 20 October | 15:53

...going to a college football game. Great game but we sat next to the band so I'm a little deaf right now.

posted by octothorpe 20 October | 16:41

Studying (unfortunately)
Meeting a few relatives (if possible)
Attending a wedding in the evening (yay!)

posted by hadjiboy 20 October | 22:35

Not so sure about the studying bit...

posted by hadjiboy 20 October | 22:35

Jambalaya, corn muffins and rhubarb pie.

posted by paulsc 20 October | 22:42

...running outside through the gorgeous golden leaves which surround my tower block! Bizarrely, the Soviet apartments out here in the suburbs of Riga are one of the greenest parts of the city.

posted by mdonley 21 October | 05:03

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