So, who was betting against me this past weekend in regard to my car maintenance appointment? Did you think Fate would poke her head in to spread evil fairy dust over my car? Well, nuts to you because she decided to cut me a break 😜. Make sure to pay the lady on your way out 😆. Yes, everything went smoothly – the only thing I added was new windshield wipers all around, even though I’ve used the back one about 5 time since I’ve had the car (it covers this tiny space on the lower half of the back window – so pointless!). However, my maintenance friends decided to mock me because in the six years I’ve owned my SUV I’ve never changed the back one – OOPS 🤷🏼♀️. You know how it is, you just forget it’s back there. At least I gave the crew a good laugh 😁.
Oh, and the slightly pornographic name for the service? My throttle body needed cleaning 😬😆. When I asked what the service was for – he said the cleaning helps makes it (my car, that is) go. If telling someone their throttle body needs cleaning doesn’t sound like a line from porn flick, I don’t know what does 😀😀.
As for my back and forth with 23andMe, I did get one final email in response to my suggestion that they reevaluate their protocols for someone gaining access to their own data in a situation like mine. It reads:
“Hello Charleen,
Thank you for your reply. I appreciate you taking the time to provide feedback in regards to recovering access to your results. I have forwarded your comments to the appropriate team to be considered for incorporation into future updates.
Please feel free to let me know if you have any additional questions or suggestions.
Best regards,
Henry
The 23andMe Team”
Who knows if they’ll take it seriously? Most likely not 🙄. But if they do and it makes life easier for others in similar situations, than griping was well worth it 😊.
Also, I watched another Spanish movie in my quest to immerse myself in the language. Of course, if I was more consistent, maybe I’d actually learn Spanish 🤪. Though with my broken brain, probably not (add the usual dramatic sigh 😆). This weekend fare – The Warning. IMDb’s synopsis – “Ten-year-old Nico receives a threatening letter and now his life is in danger. No one seems to believe him except one person that he doesn’t know who has come to believe fate itself wants the boy dead and tries to prevent it.” Then there’s Netflix’s description “A man discovers a mathematical pattern behind deaths that occurred at the same location and sets out to warn the next victim.” Both accurate, if wildly different descriptors. It wasn’t half bad, but I’ve seen better. However, if either of these synopsis tickles your fancy, head over to Netflix and check it out.
So that’s the weekend update. Before I go, I would like to ask for healing thoughts for my littlest nephew who had a simple surgical procedure today. All went well, but he’s four and a half and could use some good energy sent his way 😊.
As Tigger would say “TTFN” and for my Mama’s Boy fans, the not a recap will be up tomorrow.
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