Gas

Well, we smell gas. Which usually means we’re going to run out tomorrow or the next day. Which means Suburban Propane is late……..again. Which means we might not be able to cook Christmas Dinner tomorrow.

Thanks Suburban. And thanks for the added bonus of requiring a $250 cash deposit (which we can’t afford, and won’t pay) in addition to the $150 quarterly bill which my dad sent off two weeks ago for you to come out.

I’m glad I don’t have work on Tuesday, I don’t think we’d have any hot water to take a shower with.

But! Perhaps we can try cooking everything on the woodstove, pioneer style.

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1. dawnmarie Says:
   December 27th, 2006 at 9:59 am

   oh god I am a dumb ass. I should know better to read your comments by date! doh! so just ignore my stupid questions, and move on. I do.

   God, we pay $200 every time they fill the tank! No deposit though. What the hell do they need a deposit for? That is stupid. We have more than one company to choose from down here. We can call anyone, even though we don’t own the tank.

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