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Ramming speed

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Our tabby cat, Monica, was trying to get into the bedroom through a door that was slightly open. (Thick carpet, so it’s difficult to move the door.)

She kept pushing her head through the door opening. Arms flailing. Pondering.

Finally, she shoved her way through like a battering ram.

It was like watching a butterfly break out of its cocoon.

The second time was less eventful. I would reference a clip from The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. In scenes where the, um, young protagonists (heroes) would morph into Power Rangers, the shot has them jumping from an invisible platform and onto the ground.

With enthusiasm.

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The gimp I am

My left foot has been hurting a lot the past few days, so I’m finally going to the doctor tomorrow.

I have no idea what causes the pulsating pain. Inflammation of tendons or ligaments? (I can barely put weight on it, and I can’t point my foot toward my knee like the other one.)

Hug from Alx

I can be tough on myself, so I appreciate an emotional boost like this:

Thank you, Alx. I’m glad I work with you. :)

The close call

While in Budapest during our meetup, I almost cracked my head open, and nobody would’ve been there to help.

After an excellent day one at Write The Docs EU, I took a shower in preparation to pass out. Drying myself afterwords, as I lifted one foot, I lost balance in the other and fell backwards out of the tub. I attempted to catch myself, but I couldn’t hold onto anything.

How embarrassing. I felt like such a dork. (I promise I didn’t hit my head; I fell onto my back.)

Here’s a scary thought: The sink was about one foot away from my head.

My roommate recently returned to our apartment, so at least he would’ve found me. I think.

Taxicab in Budapest

When we arrive in Budapest, Jeremy directed us to the small taxicab building HQ outside the airport doors. We wouldn’t need to get cash at the airport since most places around the city take credit card.

I showed them my destination address, and they printed out a slip for my driver.

Removing a credit card from my wallet, I asked, “Do you accept credit cards?”

“Yes. No problem.”

After a quiet thirty–minute drive, we arrived about fifty meters from my apartments. My driver pulled over onto the left side of the narrow street, right before it veered in another direction.

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I handed him my credit card, and he said he couldn’t take it. Only cash.

Rage and disbelief. Panic, really.

I would sprint into the apartments to get my friends. Reluctantly, he nodded, and off I went.

At the reception office, and asked if Jeremy checked in. I couldn’t use my cell phone (no SIM card yet). I ran around and failed to find the room, blaming the lack of signs. Then, Elizabeth and Karen magically appeared! After waiting a couple of minutes, Elizabeth found Jeremy, who paid the driver and saved my evening.

Thanks friends! Yay Automattic meetups!

P.S. The driver explained his credit card machine wouldn’t work because the batteries died. Ridiculous. :)