Vet ~ma for Toto.
vw, you might want to type up a little letter to the landlords outlining what happened today and letting them know that while you've been lax in the past, you were very uncomfortable with how they walked into your apartment uninvited and how they violated Emily's privacy such that 1) in the future you expect 24 hours notice, 2) they are not to let themselves into the apartment, ever, except in the case of an emergency, without your (or Emily's or Not!Emily's) express permission. Be polite, and keep a copy for yourself in case they do this again. If they do, complain to the Rent Board, or whatever Cambridge has.
Fay, that's must have been a very disconcerting phone call. It's great that you're already thinking of ways to use it to your advantage -- we'll all be waiting to read that novel!
They're just about to set up another 1-year lease for us. I think it's just repairs.
I am with Frank, and would make them confirm that outright. It doesn't sound like they're too worried about renters' rights. Also? What Sparky said.
Just talked to the vet again. They want to see Toto again tomorrow. This once-a-week trip to the vet is getting to be a little much for the pocket-book.
Oh, no. I hope Toto gets on the road to wellness, soon. {vw & Toto}
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Apropos of nothing, and I know I have asked that before, but that certainly can't be my children yelling out in the street, right?
It's probably Leif.
Especially if there's smoke and/or fire....
Here is a photo from last night, taken by my friend Kevin.
Andi (WindSparrow) and I were taken out to dinner by Kevin and his wife Beverly.
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Apropos of nothing, and I know I have asked that before, but that certainly can't be my children yelling out in the street, right?
My mother thought that once.
Well, actually, she and dad were sitting on the front porch, and I was in the back yard. As dad worked nights, we kids did NOT scream while playing. Turns out I had decided that pole vaulting over the sprinkler with a tent pole would be a, um, scream. The sharp end of the tent pole ended up in my thigh. So I had to scream again. With the result that in short order, I got packed into the family van, mom kneeling in front of me applying pressure, and dad driving 70 mph down residential streets to the hospital.
However in this case, clearly, it is someone else's kids making a youthful ruckus in public.
Daniel, Wind - you guys look so happy.
It's probably Leif.
I wouldn't put it past him.
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