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Nobody can say with certainty about TODAY but Zappos certainly has a stellar reputation until now.

Nobody can say with certainty about TODAY but Zappos certainly has a stellar reputation until now.

During some upgrades, contractors crawling around in my attic discovered an old (empty) can of Budweiser, from the era when the cans were actually tin and had "pop tops". It never occurred to me it might be valuable. I just assumed it was a message from the universe that I'd bought the right house.

Keep the politics out of it, folks.

Keep the politics out of it, folks.

Keep the politics out of it, folks.

Keep the politics out of it, folks.

In the bedroom, in the living room, in the kitchen, on the patio, on the front porch, on the hood of the car, in the library with Colonel Mustard and a socket wrench. I want him to cum wherever we're doing it.

A hundred bucks earning compound interest over a couple of decades could actually be decent money.
 
If you don't claim it, it may revert to the state (depending on locale) or may sit continuing to earn interest until claimed.
 
It's worth checking out.

It's absolutely necessary to do this. I was fortunate that mom died in full control of her mental state and she'd pretty well planned everything. The grave was already purchased and she'd left some kind of account that we could walk into any bank in the country to get cash for funeral expenses.
 
Even so, while asking questions of the various advisors involved we uncovered a number of retirement accounts she'd forgot to mention over the years. (And now, a decade later, my sister still receives statements from time to time for accounts we didn't know existed.)
 
As for going through belongings, she did that a lot herself when she got a terminal diagnosis. We still found things we had no idea existed. It's a worthwhile exercise.

I'd have to have a workout to get a workout partner.

My first 2 years of high school a neighbor girl gave me a ride to school every day in the back seat of her Pinto. Not sure I could even get into that seat today.
 
None of us knew that was the suicide seat back then.

It's absolutely necessary to do this. I was fortunate that mom died in full control of her mental state and she'd pretty well planned everything. The grave was already purchased and she'd left some kind of account that we could walk into any bank in the country to get cash for funeral expenses.
 
Even so, while asking questions of the various advisors involved we uncovered a number of retirement accounts she'd forgot to mention over the years. (And now, a decade later, my sister still receives statements from time to time for accounts we didn't know existed.)
 
As for going through belongings, she did that a lot herself when she got a terminal diagnosis. We still found things we had no idea existed. It's a worthwhile exercise.

I owned a Fuego for about six weeks, drove it for 3 days, had it towed 3 times. It spent the rest of that time in the shop.
 
It had trouble starting after sitting, such as overnight. It would grind and grind and grind, nothing. 10 minutes later it would start right up. The service dept. kept calling to tell me it was ready, but when I showed up and the attendant trotted out to the lot to retrieve it it wouldn't start.
 
It was a long, brutal saga but Virginia had JUST passed its first lemon law. The dealership ended up buying it back (admittedly partly to shut me up). At one point during the saga, the sales manager loaned me his demo (again, to shut me up). I had to have it towed back when it wouldn't start. LOL

I owned a Fuego for about six weeks, drove it for 3 days, had it towed 3 times. It spent the rest of that time in the shop.
 
It had trouble starting after sitting, such as overnight. It would grind and grind and grind, nothing. 10 minutes later it would start right up. The service dept. kept calling to tell me it was ready, but when I showed up and the attendant trotted out to the lot to retrieve it it wouldn't start.
 
It was a long, brutal saga but Virginia had JUST passed its first lemon law. The dealership ended up buying it back (admittedly partly to shut me up). At one point during the saga, the sales manager loaned me his demo (again, to shut me up). I had to have it towed back when it wouldn't start. LOL

The only person responsible for YOUR sexual health is you. If you intend to have safer sex then only you and ensure it.

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The thing I absolutely HATE about problems like this that correct themselves is they can just as easily UNcorrect themselves.

I watch HGTV a lot, and not just for the meat (although there's plenty of that).
 
I'd been watching shows like "Property Virgins" for a couple of years when I bought my first home, and thanks to those shows I was a better informed buyer. I could look past flaws and staging fuckups to see the potential in the house. As a first-time homeowner, I've learned a lot from the design/remodel/repair shows.
 
One of the things I admire about HGTV is they don't shy away from gay or lesbian couples as "clients" on any of their shows. In fact, it almost looks like they recruit them at times.
 
It also helps that in our CATV channel lineup the next station up is FOOD. Between those two I can generally find something to watch.

Never used Facebook, eh?