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Notes from all over, because it is Friday and 3.38 p.m.:

I locked myself out of the office again the other day and had to wait for Bob the Lawyer to return from lunch and let his blonde secretary back in. I worked here a year and a half before I ever locked myself out, and it’s happened twice in the last month and a half. I’m slippin’.
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That same morning I woke up in a slight panic because I had taken out my nose ring in my sleep and had to search for it in my bed. Some sleepwalk, others remove their facial piercings. Hmm...
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I am drinking an extra mocha mocha at the moment, and it’s really good. Be jealous.
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During dinner at Buca de Beppo’s the other night, I got the following message on my phone, which proved quite entertaining:

"Stace, it’s me – I’m trying to figure out how to get your stupid windows up on your car... I put them down– I can’t get... now they’re all down, and I can’t get any of ‘em up, so if you get this message, give me a call..."

The backstory: My mom, driving my car back from Seattle after Gracie’s bridal shower (we couldn’t get her to stay for the bachelorette ;) ), stopped and got her own cup of coffee at a drive through. She then couldn’t figure out how to get the window back up. She drove on the freeway (now dark) pushing random buttons at will, still with no luck. Except now all four windows were down. On the freeway. Wind in her hair.

SO, she pulled off the freeway, pulled into a Home Depot parking lot, and attempted, for another ten minutes, to put my car’s windows up. Finally, seeing a young man of decent intelligence gathering shopping carts, and hoping he lacked violent tendencies, she yelled, "Hey, could you come here for a second?"

After he suppressed his urge to bolt from the scary redhead lady yelling at him from the empty end of the parking lot, he came over, and my mom described her plight. Hoping she lacked violent tendencies, he agreed to help. It took our young hero about ten minutes as well, but eventually he discovered my Mazda’s secret: to put windows down, push down on the button. To put windows up... PULL UP. PULL UP, YOU SILLY SILLY PERSON. It ain’t rocket science.
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I am meeting, in person, my first ever internet friend tomorrow. I’m going to go to Seattle, visit Church of the Apostles over in Fremont, and then hang out with Bethany. Julie might come. She doesn’t know that yet, but she checks this blog every five minutes, so "Julie, hey, wanna come? We can talk about it at the rents’ place later." (My mom, although she can’t put up car windows, makes great burgers. Yum).
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In the words of Kip, "Peace out." Have a great weekend.