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Is the hatchback opener on the key fob? We rented an Explorer for a recent trip and the hatchback was an automatic feature.
Such a first world issue...
Yes, it is but I don't want to dig around for the key fob - I prefer not using a key at all. (Now THAT is a first world problem.) I don't want to dig around in my designer purse for a key just to open the hatchback.
Actually I think I have it figured out. Here's the deal - if I don't want to use the key, I have two choices. I can either 1) open the hatchback via the button in the interior prior to getting out of the car, or 2) if I'm walking up to the car, I have to have my purse with me, and then all I have to do is kick my foot under the back bumper and the hatchback automatically picks up the key's presence from my purse and it opens.
I was just used to being able to press a button and it opens if the car is unlocked.
The weird thing is that I think all doors must be closed in order for the hatch back to open if the car is running. STRESS.
People, people, people. For the good of all mankind, I beg you: stop sending 8x10 glossies of your ugly offspring and pretending this constitutes a Christmas card.
And if I know you and see you often, please don't send a rehash of last year in your life. Save your rehashes for people you only see once in a blue moon and who might still be interested.
I am serving ham for Christmas dinner. I really don't like ham.
I realized at the market today that I had planned for two sides that included apples! I bought pears instead. Will pears work in the casserole I have planned? I have no idea.
Someone left their boots in the kitchen and every time I go to the sink I can see them periphally and think it's the cat, and say hi . It's time to move the boots. Oh. My boots.
Someone left their boots in the kitchen and every time I go to the sink I can see them periphally and think it's the cat, and say hi . It's time to move the boots. Oh. My boots.
I laughed! I have done this SO many times. I once said "hi" to a cardboard box in my kitchen and then was disappointed when it didn't meow at me.
I realized at the market today that I had planned for two sides that included apples! I bought pears instead. Will pears work in the casserole I have planned? I have no idea.
I think they probably will, actually.
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Originally Posted by Vectoris
Someone left their boots in the kitchen and every time I go to the sink I can see them periphally and think it's the cat, and say hi . It's time to move the boots. Oh. My boots.
I saw a news report about a US Postal Service semi full of packages that had overturned on the interstate, and the first thing I thought was, "OMG I really hope those pajamas I ordered for my dog's Christmas present weren't on that shipment."
It's going to be in the mid 70s here on Christmas Day and I don't particularly like that. I can't wear the Christmassy outfit I was planning on wearing without burning up. Now I have to figure out what to wear on a WARM Christmas Day. Yuck.
I'd take that over the stiflingly boring 'newsletter' my mum gets from one of our relatives. They start writing it in May... and it's done in the smallest font so it takes up only one page but it's really The World Cure for Insomnia. We learn that they trimmed a hedge, changed the knobs on their kitchen cupboards, and had various infections/viruses throughout the year. The same thing is sent to everyone. Not even a personalized salutation.
We get one of those from an elderly relative every year, except that hers is a detailed month-by-month report of all their doctor and dentist visits, sprinkled with notifications of their various infirmities, illnesses and lab reports. Sometimes, you get to hear about other relative's surgeries or their neighbor's bad fall. I always read it out loud and am in hysterics by the end. It's usually two pages long.
I saw a news report about a US Postal Service semi full of packages that had overturned on the interstate, and the first thing I thought was, "OMG I really hope those pajamas I ordered for my dog's Christmas present weren't on that shipment."
The driver was fine, BTW.
I hope no wild dog helps himself to your pet dog's pajamas. That's how we can tell the difference between tame and wild beasts... jammies.
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