It's too bloody windy to fly, so I've been
It's been interesting to read some of the stuff I posted years ago. We're getting there, so hopefully I'll be able to switch the old web site off before it expires anyway :o)
I got a FasTrak doohickey, and went to register it per the "you must register this immediately" instruction in the bag. Well, you go to the web site, and start the registration process. Here it is. See where it says about the Toll tag number being 10 digits? It's not - it's 12. The leading 2 are zeroes, so you assume that you need to enter 1234567890, right? When that doesn't work, you try 001234567890? Sucker. You need to enter 01234567890. Obviously. This'll allow me to only pay $2.50 or whatever it is, rather than $6 when I ride the bike across during the rush hour. And not have to stop and fumble around for cash while the person behind gets more and more irate that he's not sitting in the queue for the traffic lights just the other side of the toll plaza. Good times.
In the evening, we decided to barbecue, as it was too bloody windy to fly. I threw the ball around outside to wear Tilly out, so she'd calm down while I was cooking (she gets all wound up about smoke). When Vince arrived, he played with Tilly for a while, and then when Jen arrived, she played with Tilly for a while. We stayed up pretty late talking and so on, so Tilly was pretty much done for by the time we headed off to bed :o)