Beathen, I will gladly send you my hot weather. Where do you live?
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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Grand Rapids, Michigan
Hopefully by Labor Day weekend, however, I will have moved to Gainesville, Florida and all the warm weather I can get.
::happy sigh::
Beathen - you're moving to my neck of the woods.
t post and run
Timelies! Just about to scamper out the door with Emmett, but before departing I felt it very important that all cat-owning Bitches be alerted to the existence of this astounishing product.
Also, Sunil, you utterly rock out loud. As Sail and Tep and others have pointed out, you're tackling things that most of us didn't manage until we were in our thirties. I'm all bursting with pride and amazement at your courage.
Mwah to all, and now bolting out the door.
t gets in on the nectariney goodness
you're moving to my neck of the woods.
I know! I can't wait to meet you! 6 more weeks!
(The days and the weeks seem to be going by fast, but the "from now to Labor Day" part is going soooo sloooow! grrrr)
If a cat gets on the keyboard, PawSense makes a sound that annoys cats.
This teaches your cat that getting on the keyboard is bad even if humans aren't watching.
Heh.
eta: Also, note new tagline.
Hee. Except I might type like a cat.
Elizabethan
Shiny. I wondered where the name came from.
My plans for housework are a bust. My new programmer just arrived from his drive from Iowa and I need to drive him around town, stake out potential apartments, and so forth. But yay for new helping hands come Monday.
The weather is fantastic today. A cool front came through yesterday. I think it will be park time when I get home today.
I got some housework done yesterday, I cleaned up the living room and the kitchen as well as cooking dinner, going to the grocery store, bathing the kids, and putting them in bed. Unfortunately, the kitchen faucet broke last night (really broke, the metal on the handle sheared off). So, come to think of it, it will be plumbing time rather than park time. Oh well.
Same for here. It was only 60 degrees when I walked out the door this morning (with a high of 76 today). WTF?! It was 94 degrees three days ago! I want my warm weather back!
Hey, another anti-me! 76 is heaven. 94 is hell. It's supposed to be 85 today, so not quite hell, but hellish. Purgatory, maybe. I might have to seek out AC this afternoon despite the difficulties of Annabel-wrangling with a sore shoulder outside of our more or less childproof environment.