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11.18.4
neighborhood: tp, burglars
It's been a while, I know. Insert something creative here.Last night I missed my yoga class so I walked around my neighborhood, collecting delivery menus. Then I decided the best way to get exercise would be to walk up to the Pathmark and carry home twelve double rolls of Northern Quilted, looping by Barnes and Noble for the sake of my biceps.
This morning on the way out of my apartment building, I stopped a cop as he was walking in, and asked him what was going on. Turns out the girls who live under us got burglarized. He took down my info and wanted to know what time I went to sleep. Was it really 2am? Defensively I thought to myself that I was glad I didn't tell him the actual time, which was closer to 2:30. Did I see any suspicious characters or hear anything? - No, I keep the shutters closed and sleep with earplugs. Turns out the break-in happened around three. I can just imagine the robbers hanging around outside in the cold, waiting for the light of my iBook to go out, before pushing open the window under mine.
Comments
Wow, when I am a guest, the most stressful thing is either the travel to the location, or sitting through the reception. The gift is a piece of cake. - Miranda (P.S. Confidential to "on my street": Is there a Dodgeball.com-like site for grocery stores?)
The single most stressful thing for wedding guests is selecting a weding gift, so it follows that the single most thoughtful thing you could do is erase that stress.
The wedding is suppsoed to be fun for the guests, and a stress festival for the betrothed, for what is a wedding but a test of how the couple perform together in unfavorable circumstances?
Dear Princess!