What a day this has been!
Surprise surprise... the mailman delivered! TEN packages at my doorstep, when I went to leave. Oh happy day!
I had ordered a poo pile of 801 supplies and accessories, as mentioned before. I have now unpacked, used the "starter" part of each battery, and am now charging all said batteries.
Also, I was the fortunate recipient of several trade packages, with various sundries and gifts, and am happily "testing" and "tasting" each one. Couldn't have been a better end to an even weirder day!
Why my life is so odd, well, probably isn't any odder than most, it just all appears to happen in spades. You know the old saying.. when it rains... Or that old Murphy's Law thing. Ya, fits me to a T.
Me: in a hurry to mail my packages, so I can get back to do a little work and maybe play on the threads. Can't find a bottle that I promised to someone in the PIF thread, so I have to get all the other packages wrapped, and leave room in that one to go run to the store and buy a new bottle of Loranns. So I'm finally out the door, and what do I see? Someone has 'keyed' my new car! Not that that isn't bad enough, but I just got the stinkin car BACK from the garage, because my friend's basketball goal fell on it in some freekish accident. Scratched up the entire hood and cracked the window. So there all along the side of my car (the whole side 3 panels), are multiple scratches! And the gas cap is hanging open 8-o. Ah cr*p. So I have to put down my stuff, call the cops, make a report, gotta wait for him to get another cop because he forgot his camera, and I'm finally off....
Course when I get to the store, I end up wandering around checking out toolboxes and looking for something to store all the new stuff that is just waiting for me at home!
Pick up the stuff, off to the mailcounter (where the lady has to hand enter, painstaking slow of course, all the information I had already filled out!) and then after a couple other little stops, I'm finally home! YEAH!
Not so yeah. My kid calls, and low-and-behold, drama, drama, drama... it turns out it's one of his punk friends that did this because HE thought, my son SAID, blah blah, blah blah. Ya get the drift. So I'm stuck dealing with that for another couple hours, all trying so hard just to relax and OPEN MY STINKIN PACKAGES!
A beer, some pasta, and several piles of packing material later, I am happily vaping on my new found loves. Thank you Don! You were right on the money about the 801!!
I now see that me and my PV's are going to be inseparable... and I look forward to the next new toy too!
LB
Surprise surprise... the mailman delivered! TEN packages at my doorstep, when I went to leave. Oh happy day!
I had ordered a poo pile of 801 supplies and accessories, as mentioned before. I have now unpacked, used the "starter" part of each battery, and am now charging all said batteries.
Also, I was the fortunate recipient of several trade packages, with various sundries and gifts, and am happily "testing" and "tasting" each one. Couldn't have been a better end to an even weirder day!
Why my life is so odd, well, probably isn't any odder than most, it just all appears to happen in spades. You know the old saying.. when it rains... Or that old Murphy's Law thing. Ya, fits me to a T.
Me: in a hurry to mail my packages, so I can get back to do a little work and maybe play on the threads. Can't find a bottle that I promised to someone in the PIF thread, so I have to get all the other packages wrapped, and leave room in that one to go run to the store and buy a new bottle of Loranns. So I'm finally out the door, and what do I see? Someone has 'keyed' my new car! Not that that isn't bad enough, but I just got the stinkin car BACK from the garage, because my friend's basketball goal fell on it in some freekish accident. Scratched up the entire hood and cracked the window. So there all along the side of my car (the whole side 3 panels), are multiple scratches! And the gas cap is hanging open 8-o. Ah cr*p. So I have to put down my stuff, call the cops, make a report, gotta wait for him to get another cop because he forgot his camera, and I'm finally off....
Course when I get to the store, I end up wandering around checking out toolboxes and looking for something to store all the new stuff that is just waiting for me at home!
Pick up the stuff, off to the mailcounter (where the lady has to hand enter, painstaking slow of course, all the information I had already filled out!) and then after a couple other little stops, I'm finally home! YEAH!
Not so yeah. My kid calls, and low-and-behold, drama, drama, drama... it turns out it's one of his punk friends that did this because HE thought, my son SAID, blah blah, blah blah. Ya get the drift. So I'm stuck dealing with that for another couple hours, all trying so hard just to relax and OPEN MY STINKIN PACKAGES!
A beer, some pasta, and several piles of packing material later, I am happily vaping on my new found loves. Thank you Don! You were right on the money about the 801!!
I now see that me and my PV's are going to be inseparable... and I look forward to the next new toy too!
LB
