I have found an absolutely lovely apartment that I want to go see. Why, oh why is our lease not up till September???
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Emily is going to kill me. I just made an appointment for us to go see an apartment tomorrow.
Still feeling urpy, but I have ginger tea and white toast, courtesy of Mom. Boy it's nice having relatives in town.
I have yet to eat anything today, and to be honest, I'm not even sure that I want the toast, even though I'm hungry.
My apartment has no heat, and the guy who normally fixes the boiler is in Long Island. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Anne, try ice chips until you're feeling like you want solid food. Fennel tea is also good for calming the stomach.
Anne, so glad you are not all on your own with the ickiness.
I figured something out. Several times recently, I have noticed Harvey smelling, not precisely flowery, but far more botanical than I would expect given the aroma of cat food. Today I smelled the same scent in the bathroom, some while after Daniel had gotten cleaned up for the day. I poked my nose into his side of the cabinet, and sure enough the smell was the smell of his shaving cream. This, naturally enough, explains both Harvey's scent, and his bare ears. What I have yet to figure out is how Harvey manages to hold a razor without opposable thumbs.
Daniel, I know we talk about the cats as though they are children, but don't you think 7 is a little too young to be teaching the boy how to shave?
I am a noodle.
Correction, I am a lavender scented, overcooked noodle that has no starch left...
Boneless. That is me.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
The heat is back!
Apparently the guy who used to have an art studio downstairs turned off the electric bit of the boiler system when he left (he's been moving out for the past couple of weeks, and used to store stuff in the cellar).
I'm pretty sure he's gone for good now. I wonder if that means I can steal the barstools he left in the studio?
What I have yet to figure out is how Harvey manages to hold a razor without opposable thumbs.
Hush, Pinky, I'm pondering.
Hush, Pinky, I'm pondering.
Narf!