I want a Roomba.

My uncle has both a Roomba and a cat. The Roomba does an okay job of sweeping up crumbs and loose cat hair, but it can't handle clumps. The crumbs and small bits of dirt collect in a cup and are easily dealt with. The cat hair accretes around the Roomba's moving parts, and my uncle spends as much time disassembling the Roomba, cleaning out the cat hair, and putting it all back together again as he saves not using the regular vacuum cleaner.

And GA is definitely a show I should have been watching more consistently than I have been. How did I miss it?

The lonely is a state of mind and not a matter of having another person in your bed general theme was kinda anvily to me, but I could also just be reading in my own issues. Still, I can hope for reruns.

I think I need to head to B'cracy and propose that Kat and ita tell me what to watch.

oooh, Kat, if the plague doesnt kill me, can I use your die cutter to make circles?

ETA, this should be asked in the craft thread.

We have a craft thread? I could lurk and pretend I understood stuff.

When Tim's not around, craft happens in his 'verse.

So far I've found GA a good match for a couple issues I have. Please let them not start fighting or exercising.

It's not just soap operas over there anymore?

t wanders back from M'verse

It is. I am still months behind and it's already quite crafty over there.

Though it seems that Tim's crafty thread skillz killed Natter for the night.

SARAMEGASITIS STRIKES AGAIN.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I skipped all but the last 30 posts in my poor, poor state and I read this? I might cry. Wait, I already did that tonight.

So what in the hell am I doing posting at quarter to 4 eastern you may ask? I had to go online to email work that I will not be in tomorrow. Some ass at LAX crashed a luggage cart into the nose of my plane. This was after a medical emergency for one of the deboarders. Need new plane. So. Late. So, would have missed my connection. Get formal, find supervisor, demand fix. Get new flight (at this point, am caravaning with a single mom and her 3 year old also headed to B'more.) Get new flight to Chicago. Call pompous hipster a jackhole. Get to Chicago. New flight home is TWO HOURS LATE. Why? Some ass in San Diego crashed a luggage cart into the plane. Standby to earlier flight. Which is full. No standby. Get told by official people flight is not 2 hours late. Ascertain it is. Go call them liars or at least misleaders. Start sugar crash. Cry. Apologize for profanity. Demand supervisor # (I will try to squeeze blood from this stone. Maybe baggage handler stones...)

I may hate luggage carts.

I got home about 20 minutes ago. Am keyed up. Need to sleep.

FUCKING HELL.

Get some rest, sarameg. That is a hellish trip back.

And, for the record, I don't blame you for my plague.

The mom and kid were recovering from same plague. So I'm not the only typhoid mary. I learned a new trick, though. Befriend a preboarder who you like and who likes to sit in your preferred location. They'll save you a seat.

I helped her schlep kid and stuff around at the outset, so she save me a seat on the first flight AND the later one. We bonded. Funnily enough, I think she's good people. She wants to take me to dinner for helping out, which is sweet.