Arg.

Eggling

As promised, I am updating.

For Angeline’s birthday, Jackie gave her this special little egg. It’s made of ceramic or something and you crack open the top like an egg.

Then just add water.

And then you wait for a plant to grow. Ours is chrysanthemum.

The expression on her face is priceless as she patiently awaits. :rofl:

Stay tuned for more pictures of our photosynthetic egg! I hope it doesn’t die from the Michigan gloom.

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So now that Angeline is gone, I get to eat the crappy food I did before. This time I mixed it up with a bottle of sparkling wine we had sitting in the fridge to celebrate my cheap/free gas.

I have some more updates but I think I’ll save them for later because I don’t want to use them all up in one day!

Pump weirdness = goodness

So I’m on my way home from Ann Arbor and stop by the local BP gas pump to fuel up. So I was just minding my own business and doing the fill up routine: swipe card, open gas cap, choose octane, glance at price, glance at price again, confused and tilt head to side. . .wait, that’s not part of the routine.

HUH?? Weird. So now I’m no longer minding my own business but trying to keep under the radar and make sure no one notices the error. I press 93. In the meantime, I’m trying to peek at their sign at the street to check the prices. Darn a car is blocking my line of sight. So I look at the pump to see if it’s really charging me what I thought. I look again at the prices and notice the decimal moved one spot to the left making it a tidy $.2359/gal Couldn’t get a good shot of it but this is what I got when I looked up.

I blinked a few times before the guy came out and said it was an error and made me stop filling. I started daydreaming about selling this stuff when they shut off the pumps to fix the problem. . .

But wait, it gets even better. I ended up getting 9 gallons for zero dollars.