Before I moved to Norway, I owned a Ford Taurus (affectionately named Blue Belle). When I first got the car, I kept locking myself out. I solved this for my previous car (not so affectionately called The One-Eyed Brown Beast) by keeping a spare set of keys in my wallet. For whatever reason, I didn't do the same with my Taurus.
After locking myself out for about the fifth time, I decided to get the one of those magnetic key boxes for my Taurus. If you're not familiar with them, they're small metal boxes with magnets on the bottom. You stick your keys in there, then attach them to something metallic under your car. The idea is that you have a spare key easily accessible, but somewhere most people won't look.
I went over to my friend Jeremy's place for help, so we could try to figure out the best place to install it. We got underneath the car and started looking around. "Where do you think we should put it?" I asked.
"Next to this one?" he asked. Yep, that's right. There was already a set of keys in a magnetic box under the rear of the car. All those times I was locked out, the keys were right there. Oh well.
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Where are you
Where are you parked............. :evil:
I don't have a car anymore,
I don't have a car anymore, which is why I finally wrote about this. :P
That sounds like a Gran
That sounds like a Gran Marta moment if ever I heard one. Have you shared with Amanda? She'd appreciate it.
I notice that there's no mention of your very generous sister who came to your rescue on one of those sad occasions. Your very kind and generous sister who not only brought you a spare set of keys (or so the people who handed them to me said), but who then called AAA for you and waited with you for them.
:)
I also didn't mention our
I also didn't mention our very generous father, who also came to meet me in Annapolis. But I am thankful for both.
*sniffle*
belle rocked. when you weren't on gravel... or directly after watching fast and the furious... (okay, so we all know that really, those were the cool times, even though they scared, as lynn would say, the poop out of me.) and it was also fun when ang asked where your car was... while she was in it. good times, man, good times.
on a completely unrelated note, our website at work is gonna start using drupal! anything i should know about before i completely destroy our site?
in other news, it was excellent to see you and your kin. thanx for the pizza and the free comedic entertainment; the one with the chubby cheeks was especially funny. and is this one of those sentence-never-quite-turned-into-a-post-that-you-now-have-time-to-go-back-and-expand things? and when can t-bird come visit before she skips town?
Ahh, the memories. 180s are
Ahh, the memories. 180s are fun. :)
Yay for Drupal. Yes, you should know PHP. :P
You could almost say that I have chubby cheeks, so I'll take that as a compliment. No, I don't think so. Whenever. :)