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  <title>&quot;Slap me,&quot; UFO story, and car</title>
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  <description>We were at Kroger with separate carts and J was somewhere else in the store. This dude, maybe mid 60s, is holding a couple of sets of beets. He was vocally baffled why someone would choose the smaller set. After that, I&apos;m a bit foggy on his exact words. He comes over to me and says something like, &amp;quot;Slap me&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;we&apos;re fucked up.&amp;quot; I said something congenial so as not to set him off (basic female survival mechanism), smiled and nodded and got the hell away. J thinks he was flirting with me. Lol, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning out the area for the new pantry, I found the dog&apos;s old purple UFO squeaky toy. I cleaned the dust bunnies off and gave it to her. She cried like we&apos;ve never seen her cry with a toy. We didn&apos;t know what was wrong. We took it away to see if it would help, but she wanted it back, so we gave it back to her for a while. A Google search says that sometimes dogs do that when they value a toy so much or they want you to play with it with them. We were scared at first because we thought that she was in pain. She hasn&apos;t seen this toy in years. I wonder if dogs remember things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car needs new brake calipers and the dealer quoted J $1600. I have no idea if that&apos;s reasonable, but J said yes to the dealer. It should be fixed by Tuesday hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ivyskeep&amp;ditemid=21207&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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