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Things and boxes.
Mar. 27th, 2011 12:10 amSo our car was robbed recently! In the garage, while we slept, because we accidentally left the garage door open (the car-size one). We never lock the people-size door that leads from inside the garage to the kitchen, so that is kinda scary y'all. It is now one of my nightly "can't sleep unless I check this" things to make sure the garage door is shut. Just like with my closet door, because monsters duh.
They got mecha's mp3 player. Oh, and our Decemberists tickets for next month! Which will possibly be the last Decemberists concert we will ever have a chance to see since apparently they're disbanding for at least the near future!
But then, a few days after the robbingz when we realized that hey, wait, the tickets were in there too, we went to the Overture Center and a nice man reprinted our tickets, with shiny new barcodes invalidating the old ones, for free.
Then we stopped in at a gift shop/candy store on State Street and met a different nice man who makes the best truffles I've ever tasted, and wouldn't stop giving us free samples while he chattered about how he made them.
So that was a nice day.
Finally, both to put my money where my spleen is and to make Victor happy, may I present a horrible picture of myself with a Pop-Tart box on my head. (I had assumed it would come out better-quality than the picture taken with a webcam I'd bought in 1999. I was wrong.)
Shaky hand + had to use only one hand since the other one was holding the box on + crappy cellphone camera + mirror, flipped but not otherwise edited. I took four pictures and that was the clearest one of the bunch. Not even kidding. You can't even tell how super-sweet my new glasses are! You can see my super-awesome closet, though. (The one with the monsters.)
Now, of course, I expect everyone who reads this to take a picture of themselves wearing foodboxen on their heads, and post said pictures. It's only fair.
They got mecha's mp3 player. Oh, and our Decemberists tickets for next month! Which will possibly be the last Decemberists concert we will ever have a chance to see since apparently they're disbanding for at least the near future!
But then, a few days after the robbingz when we realized that hey, wait, the tickets were in there too, we went to the Overture Center and a nice man reprinted our tickets, with shiny new barcodes invalidating the old ones, for free.
Then we stopped in at a gift shop/candy store on State Street and met a different nice man who makes the best truffles I've ever tasted, and wouldn't stop giving us free samples while he chattered about how he made them.
So that was a nice day.
Finally, both to put my money where my spleen is and to make Victor happy, may I present a horrible picture of myself with a Pop-Tart box on my head. (I had assumed it would come out better-quality than the picture taken with a webcam I'd bought in 1999. I was wrong.)
Shaky hand + had to use only one hand since the other one was holding the box on + crappy cellphone camera + mirror, flipped but not otherwise edited. I took four pictures and that was the clearest one of the bunch. Not even kidding. You can't even tell how super-sweet my new glasses are! You can see my super-awesome closet, though. (The one with the monsters.)
Now, of course, I expect everyone who reads this to take a picture of themselves wearing foodboxen on their heads, and post said pictures. It's only fair.
