Magic

Had a great post all figured out today and went to sign in and couldn't. Seems they want you to know a password for such things. I typed, "Open sesame!"...Nothing. I thought maybe the exclamation mark might be too intense so tried it without...Nada. I tried, "Zim zala bim."...Nope. Maybe, I thought, add an exclamation mark?..Zip.
Abracadabra? Abrakadabra, Abarakadabara, Alakazoo, Alakerchoo, Ollie my shoe. I was frustrated and seemed to be spending a preposterous amount of time on A-words...Hocus pocus, Presto.

I felt a little foolish having used Open sesame because the instructions suggested I don't use passwords already employed and that one is for my bank account. I'm no dummy but once in a while...

The sight suggested I request a text to my phone with a "code" to effectuate admittance to my account. This action required my phone number and after about five minutes I was able to get the thing apart and relate to them that mine was a Samsung-3. After all the promising and my compliance with their request I still haven't received a reply. I'm really not sure if I will ever be able to blog again but I promise to keep trying.

(That story about the phone number didn't really happen to me. It was, however, such a great story I felt compelled to share. Truth is, that answer was an actual response to my sister from my cousin when asked for her number. I didn't want to embarrass her by using her name so if you see Sandi and she looks odd when you tell her this story you'll understand.)

Driving tip:  While riding with a friend the other day we found ourselves being tailgated. We were in the number 3 lane and running about 72, The speed limit was 60 but everyone on the freeway seemed to be running around our speed. My bud got upset at the tailgater and I suggested we were in the passing land and weren't passing anyone. Maybe we should move over and let the other car go. The reply was, "I'm running 70, the limit is 60 what does that jerk expect?"
Apparently 70 in a 60 is reasonable and prudent but if some maniac wants to go 73 or 4 you should just hack him to death with a butcher knife (borrowed from an SNL skit about Hichcock's Psycho)

We were signaling. Signaling, by not moving over, that this guy could go pound sand for all we cared. Well, road rage ensued and he killed us.

Remember to be considerate. If that guy (or gal) wants to go on down the road you should let them. Maybe they're taking someone to the hospital or maybe they're a jerk. Either way you should let them go.