Good morning, all! It was 75ºF this morning. “But was it muggy?” I hear you all asking. Yes. Yes, it was. It was clear last night, so I had hoped it would cool off a bit more, but no such luck. By the time the sun was coming up, it was over cast again, so no sunrise pics. Instead, here’s a scary dragon:
Mrs Magill and Squeaky Spent the night in Notre Dame, IN on their way to Chicago this morning. No word on Squeaky’s opinion of UM. Out of the schools he’s looked at so far, it sounds like Penn State is winning.
Yesterday morning, Mrs Magill looked at the odometer of er car and realized she was about to hit 45K. When we bought the car, the guy in finance who told us about the warranty stressed that we needed Toyota to do the scheduled maintenance every 5000 miles, or the warranty could be voided. As she likes to say, Mrs Magill is a rule follower. She tasked me with finding a Toyota dealership between Toronto and Ann Arbor that could take her last minute. I found one in London who could take her in the Lexus side. She pulled in and found out that it would not count towards Toyota’s warranty. Crap. It was at that point that I realized I was sometimes late with my maintenance with my old Prius, and my warranty still covered a full replacement of the hybrid drive system (one month before it expired), so I called the finance guy at our dealership and told him that she was on a road trip, would her warranty still be okay if she brought it in next week with 46000 miles on it. He said that would be fine, as long as we were not negligent in our maintenance and upkeep, the warranty would still be good. I relayed this to her, and she left the prema-construction zone of London, ON and went on her merry way.
Asked every office worker ever. ![]()
Probably not, but everything on your account is CPI, and companies have a legal obligation to make sure that only you and they have access.
Coppertone I’m glad the interview and trial run went well.
BUNNY!
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It took me far too long to realize you meant an actual bee butt.
Metal Mouse I went to Five Guys. I usually get chicken fingers from the joint up the street after yoga on Thursdays. I figured chicken fingers two days in a row is a bit much.
Can confirm. When Mrs Magill was in the throes of chemo, my parents sent us some Harry & David’s meals. They came in two inch thick styrofoam containers filled with dry ice. The boys and I enjoyed playing with the dry ice.
Then you (the sender, doggio) are a horrible person and horrible things should happen to you.
Thank you. You’re very kind.
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A Raisin’ Cain’s just opened, or is about to open, here.
The chicken fingers are good. They’d better be, since that’s all they do. The fries are… fries. You should ask your rector what would be a beverage for VBS better than Purple Jesus?
I’m not worried about the surgery. I just want it done and over, along with the recovery.
Well, I’m still going to wish you luck, whether you want it or not. And once you realize the difference in the colors, you will care. The sky will actually be blue, not an ugly greenish color that you think is blue.