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It’s been very cold. Very, very cold. And I still have yet to order the automatic starter for my Subaru. I should really get around to that. As it stands, if I want my car to be not frozen when I get in it, I have to go out and do the starting myself. It’s not that bad since the parking pad is quite literally right out front. But it still kinda sucks.

Sunday I decided that my options were: A. sit in the house and keep warm, yet freak out about being in the house all day; B. go visit the parents; C. go back to bed.  As much as C appealed to me I assumed it would simply turn into A, which meant that I was going to Fairmont to visit the parents. I peered out the front door and saw that the might Subie was covered in a thin layer of frost. It needed warmed up before I headed to Fairmont so out I went to warm the Subie up.

I was doing the final gathering of stuff when I looked in the key box and damn it, my keys were gone. I have a big green carabiner for my keychain and it’s pretty easy to spot. But no dice. I assumed Chad must have stuffed it in his parka pocket as he doesn’t believe in the key box. I was rifling through his parka when he said he only had my house key, not my key chain, and that he’d put it IN the key box. Crud. I shouted up to B to see if he had noticed my keys laying about anywhere. He and I were staring in the key box blankly about the time I realized the muffled noise I in the background was the Subie, warming up.

Oh.

Dear Brother:

I call dibs.

Your loving sister,
Me

I have noticed, and then apparently forgotten judging by today’s episode, that when I eat raw broccoli I get a wicked case of the hiccups. (Also referred to as bups, if you happen to be a ferret or a cat. But I digress and the thought or my ferret or cats chopping up a head of broccoli into crudite size bites is alarming. They are not allowed to use knives.)

At any rate, I thought some broccoli would be a great thing to enjoy at lunch today. Especially since we have a lot  A LOT of it in our refrigerator. What I did not factor into my decision was that I was manning the phones today.

I’ve now been hiccupping for 15 minutes. And quite loudly at that. I’ve received one phone call in which I both answered and said goodby with a hiccup.

Thanks Broccoli, I thought we were pals.

Due to the Christmas Plague (which will forever be how I remember the end of 2011) this half of Team Kuclick did not make the trek to the Great White North to celebrate with the other half of Team Kuclick.

I’d say we suck, and we kind of do, but in light of not spreading The Plague across international boundaries and to a houseful of children, we think we made a grown up (but terribly depressing) decision to stay home.

Happy New Year!

2012 is sure starting out with a lot of coughing, hacking and general malaise. I can’t remember if that means it’ll go out with a bang or if we are just completely hosed.