Is it an outlet that is controlled by a wall switch? Hey, that's fooled me before.
Yeah, that's happened to me before, too.
'The Train Job'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Is it an outlet that is controlled by a wall switch? Hey, that's fooled me before.
Yeah, that's happened to me before, too.
Jessica, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy happy to Jessica.
The next-door neighbors did home improvements for MONTHS because they were selling the house. The house sold. Ah, sweet relief.
WRONG. Because the new buyer apparently dislikes all the home renovation and is redoing it. Loudly. Under my bedroom window. There appears to be major sanding, hammering, and deconstruction going on, and I don't mean Foucalt.
Wah.
Happy Birthday, Jessica!
Right there with you, Betsy. I don't even know what in the hell the neighbors are doing but it just got quiet and I realized how loud it really was... The silence is just wow. And not total silence, just normal sounds.
Happy Birthday, Jessica!
Betsy, it's a lovely day. I recommend relocating elsewhere.
happy birthday Jessica
I recommend relocating elsewhere.
But I LURVE the Bay Area.
Out to do groceries.
I ended up taking a rather longer drive than I intended to on my way to the bank, because the route I knew was closed for paving, of all things. And the local police didn't do anything like set up DETOUR signs, oh no. So I drove through mysterious streets of one-ways and dead ends, missed my turn back onto the main street after the paving ended and wandered some more, including through a cemetary and a golf course.
During my drive I happened upon what may be the most unfortunate name for a business ever, at least in my own personal experience. It was so new that it still had a "Grand Opening" sign on the storefront. It was a sun-tanning parlor... named "Blisters."
As God is my witness, I am not making this up.
Terrified children didn't know what to do as they watched a young boy hang himself from a tree at the 8:45 p.m. screening.
OK, that's pretty bad, but isn't 8:45 a little late for a 5 year old to start watching a movie??
On a Friday, all bets are off. Let the kid stay up late, and you may be able to sleep late.