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So here I am, cleaning up the computer room when I hear the garage door kick in. I get a little worried as Herself shouldn't be home for almost nine hours yet. I go to see what's happening - no car, but the garage door has clearly been in operation because the little light is on so I wasn't imagining it. I'm in a brain fuzz, wondering what in the world could have made it kick in like that when I look down alongside the couch cushion I'd been sitting on the couch to clean. Hey, *there's* my copy of the garage door opener. My lumpy white backside had goosed the damn thing into operation.
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Date: 2008-03-03 05:07 pm (UTC)