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Nope. Tomorrow is National Half-priced Candy Day, and I'll take advantage of that. The person below me likes Lindor truffles.

Hutch looked really sharp the other night vs Minnesota (Jets won). Here's hoping that our aim is true tonight, unlike the last time we played. Go Wings!

Poor Sunshine. I forgot he was with the Stars now. Hoping for a speedy recovery.

Pay online when I can. Work shorter hours for more days or longer hours for fewer days?

Not flirted, but I've been extremely polite and respectful. The person below me always remembers to water their plants in a timely manner.

There are a lot of things that we still need "awareness" of, but is breast cancer really one of them? Is there anyone out there who doesn't know what it is? I'm all for raising money to treat and/or prevent it and to help people who are fighting it, but do we really have to be raising awareness? At this point, I'd rather see actual fund-raisers that actually do something about it.

Right now, I'd love to just stay inside and not go out until spring, but I do like to go and see the relatives sometimes. Cash or plastic?

I own a few baseball-style caps, but none with a baseball team on them. I do not wear them much. The person below me has made home made apple sauce.

I don't like any of the modern "cartoons".

Too Hot- Kool and the Gang

Pink. (Mmm, home made bread.) Most important: arms, legs, eyes, or ears?

It depends on who is doing the rating. They are good, but they are not on a level by themselves. The person below me has big feet.

Winnipeg. I haven't been there in almost 20 years, but I liked it the times I've been there. Making a sandwich: Bread or toast?

None this year, or any time in the near future. Now that I'm down to one job, I can't afford anything extra unless someone else is paying part of it. (BWT, I had meant "do you prefer to play on home ice/field or away", not a specific team.) Anyway, the person below me does a traditional craft like knitting, tatting, or crocheting.

I am not fond of hardwood floors at all. The person below me would rather play for the visiting team than the home team.

Checkers vs a person, chess vs a computer. I win the former sometimes, but never the latter. Calgary or Edmonton?

I'm not into it at all, but I am not against it. The person below me uses an electric razor.

I pretty much live in my recliner when I'm home. It's the only place I can sit comfortably for any length of time. Crossword puzzles or word search?

Nope. I have a hamster that ignores me unless I have food. The person below me has been ice fishing.

Don't apologize! That's a great song. Every Day I Write the Book- Elvis Costello

I was born in the O6 era. I recall my dad saying that if you can't root for Detroit (in the playoffs), root for an Original 6 team. The rest are just interlopers. Boys playing with the men. He was still saying that when he passed in '09. For the older folks, it's about remembering when and being proud that they were around to witness it. For me, it's kind of hard to think of teams that are almost as old as I am as "new". I'm not really sure what it means to this generation. Just, for the love of Pete, DON'T refer to the "original 12". Makes my skin crawl. Of course, to the younger generation, the O6 and Second 6 kind of are the O12.

I don't really frequent restaurants. Nor do I get hook ups. The person below me dresses up for work.

Flowers/candy. I have too much stuff. (except Red Wings stuff, then there is never too much) Hard shell or soft shell tacos?

I like it when people are talking on their cell phones when they come up to the counter where I work. It means I don't have to talk to them, ask if they have their loyalty card, or plus sell to them. I just smile, take their card or money, and wave bye-bye. I also think that plus selling is annoying, but I have to do it OR ELSE. Literally. I had to sign a statement that stated that I would give good customer service and that good customer service cannot be done without plus selling. Stupid, I know, but that's corporate America for you. Of course, we have fun with it. When we're waiting on a co-worker, we always ask something stupid, like asking a single guy if he needs tampons.

I have. I have a "no solicitors" sign, which most of them respect except one old lady who I don't think could read it. Since I've worked mostly nights, it's a bother when people come unannounced. Usually I'm the one talking about the Lord, but in a classroom setting. The person below me has tried the new vanilla frosting and pretzel combos. Oh, my, heavens. They're my new crack.