peace ma to your family Sailaway
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Sail, much ~ma to Kathy and her DH. Do they live near you?
Cashmere, even with it being a high traffic area, can you tack down a plastic bag or piece of tarp over that particular spot? Seems to be the only thing that works at the clinic when we have problematic pottying kitties.
Dude. I just found a perfect apartment listing. It's a studio with an alcove that the ad says is big enough to be treated as a small bedroom, in one of my first-choice neighborhoods (well, second choice, but somewhere I'd totally be willing to live), two blocks from the metro, for $350 less than what I'm paying now. And it's available March 1, which leaves plenty of time to give my current landlord the 30 days notice that my lease requires.
Just sent off an email asking when I could go see it. Really hoping this works out.
Yipes, Sail. Much ~ma.
I hope that works out, Hil.
Kristin has a new old tag. Is it still way cold over there? It seems to be warming up here. Today, at least.
Hil, that sounds great. Apartment-ma to you.
Sail, I hope everything goes as well as possible.
It's amazing the feats of cleaning that the threat of someone coming over can inspire me to. One of the things I'm working on this year is to keep my house so that I don't live in fear of someone dropping by. I just don't seem to have any natural instinct for putting things up. There was a great description of a character in an Elizabeth Enright book. It said that he felt no more responsibility for his shed clothes than a snake does for its shed skin. That would be me. It seems like all I have to do is sit somewhere for a few hours and I'm magically surrounded by foot-high piles of papers and clothes.
Sail -- ~ma to your family!
Sending excellent apartment hunting zen to Hil.
Sail, lots of ~ma to the whole family.
Nicole, the tarp might be a good solution. We'll try that before we resort to another litterbox (I'll have to go out an buy another one if we have to do that, since I gave my spare to my sister when she got her kittens).
And I didn't need them to look at my apartment filth with that look that says "Thank God our hepatitis vaccines are current!"
Heh. I'm sure people think this when they come to my house--which isn't often, THANK GOODNESS.
I caught Owen by surprise today. He was looking at his books and I nearly killed myself getting to the camera to catch it.
Then the battery on my digital camera died and I had to wait all day to upload while it recharged.