Well, I am starting to put up the Christmas decorations. My sister beat me, though. She had her tree up and decorated about 2 weeks ago.

We started taking Bethany's trucklette apart this afternoon. Steve thinks we can fix it ourselves. It doesn't have any really serious internal damage. Go here for pictures.

Steve and I went to Walmart Friday. I was scanning the items when the register said I had to get approval for a purchase. A young man of probably no more tha 20 came over to OK the purchase, assuring the computer that I was over 21. I said, "You have to be over 21 to buy windshield washer fluid?" and he said, "Yes, Ma'am." In the softest voice I could muster, I looked at him and said, "Are you sure I'm over 21?" He got kind of a funny look on his face and said, "Uuuuuuuhhhh............................is there some reason I should be doubting it?" I just laughed after that, because I couldn't keep a straight face any longer. He probably thought he was in trouble no matter how he answered.

That's the second time that someone at Walmart assumed I was over 21 and didn't ask for identification.  The tv commercials tell us to use this make-up and that haircolor, and we will fool even our toughest critics. They lied.

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