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I hate Skype. There, I've admitted it. My husband registered for it, and now whenever the bells go off that indicate an incoming call, my reaction is to leap from my seat and run from the room. I don't care who is calling. I don't want to see them or be seen. It kind of creeps me out.
I wonder if this reaction falls within the realm of normal.
Yesterday I learned that car dealerships in our town don't stock vehicles suitable for couples with more than five children. I actually stood for a moment giving serious consideration to a 7-seater SUV with a significant space between the middle row captain seats that could certainly accomodate a 10-year-old...nah. In the meantime, we get to places in town with a technique involving one parent dropping off the 3 oldest at the destination, then driving back to pick up the other parent and 3 youngest. This is going to get old real quick.
And lastly, my fanfic is taking off again splendidly. I'm writing a chapter now that has a dialogue that's been waiting for weeks to be filled out. I may or may not continue with that tonight, as it's already 10:30...but wait. If I remember correctly, there's just one more ice-cold Cherry Pepsi with my name on it out in the garage. Maybe I'll stay up just a wee bit longer...:P
I wonder if this reaction falls within the realm of normal.
Yesterday I learned that car dealerships in our town don't stock vehicles suitable for couples with more than five children. I actually stood for a moment giving serious consideration to a 7-seater SUV with a significant space between the middle row captain seats that could certainly accomodate a 10-year-old...nah. In the meantime, we get to places in town with a technique involving one parent dropping off the 3 oldest at the destination, then driving back to pick up the other parent and 3 youngest. This is going to get old real quick.
And lastly, my fanfic is taking off again splendidly. I'm writing a chapter now that has a dialogue that's been waiting for weeks to be filled out. I may or may not continue with that tonight, as it's already 10:30...but wait. If I remember correctly, there's just one more ice-cold Cherry Pepsi with my name on it out in the garage. Maybe I'll stay up just a wee bit longer...:P
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Date: 2012-01-31 02:36 am (UTC)From:What's your next step with finding a vehicle?
Your writing posts are proving inspiring to me. Go writing!
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Date: 2012-01-31 03:29 am (UTC)From:Today we went and filed taxes, in haste, inspired by immediate need of a vehicle replacement. Afterward, we checked on the status of the van, which has (and I mean this sincerely) given new meaning to the term "rust-bucket". It was unsafe for the mechanic to hoist it up with a jack because the strut tower was too rusted and was coming apart from the frame. Basically, it's toast. So-o-o...we wandered across the street to a family dealership that had a big SUV out front with the right price displayed in front. It's a 2001 Yukon Denali with nothing against it but really high highway miles. Provided it's still available when the tax windfall hits in 2 weeks, it's all mine.
Every little thing has been falling precariously into place, which I attribute entirely to divine intervention.