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I find it really, really funny that the two people most consistently telling me that I should move to Boston are my boyfriend's wife and girlfriend. There are others too, but these two have the chronological advantage.

<beavis>Fire! Fire! FIRE!</beavis>

We decided to go the grocery store at 4:30, as opposed to our normal 10 pm, and were rewarded for our efforts by pulling up to a 2- or 3-SUV car-b-que in the parking lot. "Would the owner of a green Jeep Cherokee please come to the front of the store." Apparently one of the other vehicles belonged to a store employee, who was obviously not too happy. Let me tell you how pissed off I'd be if my car ended up destroyed because someone else parked next to me and then their car ignited.

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Chris is taking me out to Legal for an anniversary dinner. Should improve the mood, I hope.