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There is only one thing about our current living situation that I find unpleasant: we have no garage.

All in all we have a great little house. Private culdesac (which is a nice way of saying dead end), big trees, hard wood floors, fireplace, and nice neighbors. Even the bus drivers who blast their radios at ungodly hours of the morning and litter or street with lunch wrappers aren't that bad.

But on a day like today, when you have a 2 hour window to work on your wife's car, not having a garage is really gonna stink.

Santa, if you're reading this, please bring me a garage for Christmas. That's all I really want.

Speaking of stinky things, my dishwasher is cleaning dishes, but causing then to smell like mildew or rotting milk, both of which leave me with a less-than-clean feeling when I put a cup to my lips.

And speaking of bus drivers, Katie and I have decided to win them over with love instead of griping to or neighbors about them. If we give them candy and Christmas cards it will set a much better relationship with them than complaining.


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