When I was in high school, one of the drama geeks had a Siamese cat named Suzuki that went everywhere with him. The admins were able to keep Suzuki out of classtime, but whenever there was a play or something, Suzuki was perched on his human's shoulders, peering out at the world and conversing mysteriously with said human.

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Not furnished but I could still leave a lot in storage.

Cass, if you think you'll be good about looking at other places during those two months, I say go for it.

You are implying that I am being good at looking for places now? Hell no. But I occasionally give 'fistas the right to nag me. This would be one of those times.

And there have been a few places that sound either fabulous or iffy and since I can't go see them? I waver. If I could drive by? And then look at them?

I figure having only two months there would give me no leeway on putting off looking for a more permanent hell, so I just get there and start looking. Right?

I wish I didn't know me so well. I am hopeless.

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But the cool thing is, you've got local friends to help you with the looking! That makes it something fun to do. Apartment hunting, with booze! And movies and, stuff. Good times.

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I just got all flustered and stuff. I must be seriously considering this. Yipes!

It will be so soon. Which is actually fabulous but also the yipes!

I am meeting my folks for dinner. Guess I have a conversational topic.

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Especially now that Paul's hacked ours so that I can refill it with Murphy's Oil Soap instead.

I need to know how to do that. That's the one rational thing fueling DH's anti-swiffer agenda. Seeing as how we haven't bought a mop yet, the hack may sway him to my side

That seems pretty damn nice for the price, Cass. And having two months to find a place you really want to live sounds excellent to me. I vote Not Crazy.

Hope the steroids continue to work, vw!

We got up at before and rode BART to Embarcadero and then walked all the way to the bridge as the sun rose. What I mostly remember (besides the walk) is how much room there was on the bridge once you actually got onto it, and how we were too tired to wait for the fireworks afterwards. And the story of how my grandfather proposed to my grandmother when they took they drove across right after it opened, though that's like my memory of her memory.

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I'll ask him how he did it. I think he removed the (empty) soap canister with the channel lock pliers, then popped off the security tab that keeps you from being able to unscrew it.

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You are implying that I am being good at looking for places now?

Heh. Not exactly. But let us know when you need us to nag and we'll be here for ya.

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What do we think of doing this (pork loin braised in milk) the [link] in a crock pot?

I figure I'll brown it in a pan, stick it in the pot, come home to yummy pork goodness.

What do we think about browning the meat tonight and then sticking it in the fridge? I can't see myself getting up early enough to brown pre-work.

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Why is that not making the magic linky?

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That's like, Super!UnKosher. Maybe you could work some lobster in there somewhere, too.

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