Our house is listed wrongly on some of the major GPS databases. If we have a plumbing problem or something angry service people call and ask "what is your real address?" It takes some argument to convince them that the GPS is wrong.

The road on which my house is officially located is an unfinished stub of a road that was supposed to go into a townhouse complex that was never built. It goes about 150 feet and ends in a field. The only residences on it are a 2-unit townhouse: my house and my neighbor's. Her driveway comes off that short road, but my driveway comes off the main road. So GPS will take you down Country Lane to my neighbor's drive. I have to tell people, don't turn on my road, go past it and my driveway is just after. And they get lost every time. Or they park in my neighbor's drive and end up having to cross her lawn to get to me.

Or they park in my neighbor's drive and end up having to cross her lawn to get to me.

I may or may not have done that when I visited.

See? If it confuses even you, it's essentially confusing.

I want to buy that house when my neighbor leaves, but I don't really want to rent it out; I really just want to keep it for myself and use it as a workshop. Totally impractical.

I would have guessed more. Of course, I've never handled a shotgun

It depends on the gun. Some take twice that. But it's a shotgun, not a machine gun. There's no banana clip.

There are a variety of shotgun magazine extensions that can take some gauges up to 10+ rounds. There are sometimes legal restrictions for hunting.

They were at the bar, totally called it. They couldn't find the trailhead. "Snow covered" they said. Heh. Anyway, they're home now and we're eating the SO's homemade salsa, and our buddy is cooking dinner later. So I don't have too much to complain about.

I would take the threesomes only because I don't like heights.

OMG, SNORT. Love you, Sue.

Connie, I worry about that all the time: my computer searches run the gamut from weapons to tactics to bomb-making, to terrorist cells, to spying and hacking techniques, martial arts, how to kill someone with various household items, and how to run cons. Among other sketchy research.

Also, a lot of shoes and make-up, and a shitton of geekery.

I guess I'm convicted as a well-shod, nicely made-up, bibliophilic criminal?

I did NOT get Starbucks before my phone call; I drank that shit black, like medicine. Bleargh. Going to store in a few minutes.

I've only had girl/girl/boy threesomes, and I was always more interested in the boy. Liked the girl, but my Kinsey skews to the dudes. There are some boy/boy/girl threesomes I'd give a whirl, though. It's low on my list of things to do, though; I prefer to concentrate on one lover.

I guess I'm convicted as a well-shod, nicely made-up, bibliophilic criminal?

Or Mata Hari.

I've never had a threesome... could be fun with the right folks, but I think I'd choose flying.

The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence. ::facepalm::

Know that we readers appreciate it. When an author gets a detail wrong, it can throw me right out of the story and then I'm suspicious for the rest of the book