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Ahh, tornado season. How I've missed you. IL how it decides to start storming like a bitch on the day I decide to ignore the parking space right in front of the building and instead opt for the one across the lot because I could pull through there (I've gotten into this hypermiling thing, and that's one of the little tricks, so you don't have to mess around shimmying out of a parking space with all the starts/stops/gear changes on a cold engine). This one, though, is supposed to be coming trufax right at us. And the storm def. was for a bit there, and then there was about a 15 minute break and it's starting to come back again, but I don't think it's ever coalesced into an actual funnel--spinnage in the storm winds and such, but no tornado. Sirens are going off and all, and the warning actually specified my little township within the county because it's (meaning the storm or the spinnage or something, I never actually heard what they were specifically referring to) coming right down the highway that's right next to my house. But my dad is from Oklahoma, which means he doesn't go down into the basement unless the funnel's already eaten your car parked in your driveway. And I figure that as long as I've got power and internets, it can't be too bad, LOL.

Had to get the car relicensed today (or, you know, Dad did while I was at work), and he spent three hours there trying to get them to fix their mistake with the licensing; they had the little 2000 Metro I drive in there as a 2006 Toyota somehow. I LOL'd, though, because evidently there was a whole to-do because to get it changed (as they didn't want to admit that it was a mistake in the initial input, I suppose, and so had to check everything a bazillion times) there was affidavit getting of the lady running the transaction and my father and notarized stuff and witnessing of him posessing the license, etc. etc. just to make sure there wasn't something nefarious going on. I mean, seriously? It'd be much more to my benefit if I had a 2006 Toyota rather than this Metro that we've already put more money into fixing than it cost in the first place. (I'd sell the Toyota, buy the Metro, and pocket the difference, LOL.) But I'd known about the weird licensing since winter, though, when I got hit by that guy and the cop ran the license stuff and went "O, erm, figure this out, because I'm being nice by not arresting you and giving you at least 6 tickets for this weirdness." Mentioned it then to Dad, and again when some paper came in about the relicensing (or maybe insurance, I don't remember) saying that we had a Toyota, but he seemed to think that it was just an insurance guy screwup and that it got fixed, if I'm recalling correctly.

And to end with something completely different: Popcorn = delicious. Popcorn kernels wedged under gums/in between every possible tooth = painful.

*chooses icon that would look best in shirt as wet as mine still is after coming in the house about an hour ago*