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I know I promised witty, but apparently I didn't enunciate and Fate heard a "sh" sound. Jamie died again today on my way home. Why always Thursdays?!? I won't bore you with the details--same problem--and just tell you that I'm working on getting a car that will allow me to actually go to SnB. I miss you you all.

I leave you with this photo of my neighbors car from 7:30 this morning. Hood ornament? Gift from a secret admirer? Or, was neighbor so drunk last night he forgot where he left this? (it's a giant bottle of Chambord liqueur, if you can't see)

Oh, one last thing, speaking of neighbors--Latina Gladys Kravitz is so nosy (How nosy is she?). I was taking out the trash and she opens the door and peeks her head around. That's it. Doesn't say hello, even though clearly I heard the door open and saw her peek her head out since the porch light was on and I looked right at her. Why does she care who is taking out the trash? Mind your business, woman. Her other thing is to turn the porch light off, then peek through the blinds as if I won't notice (a) that the light suddenly went off, or (b) her nosy nose sticking through the slats!