I haven't turned my heat on at all yet this winter. My apartment's been sweltering anyway. I think that the heat going to all my neighbors has been heating my apartment too, or something.
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I think my upstairs neighbors' heat was fixed this morning. There's dust all over the hallway and stairwell, and the pipe isn't dripping into our living room anymore. Woo hoo! (Except for the dust, which they'd better come aback tomorrow and clean up.)
I haven't turned my heat on at all yet this winter...
We do not hate Hil. Hil is our friend.
Just got my newest favoritest compliment in email: You are a goddess among kittens.
What have I got for kittens?
Nothing.
This makes me a poor example of a human being.
It was 55 degrees outside today! I walked around some in a light coat with a t-shirt underneath.
I made way, way, way too much posole. I have to go out to get more containers in which to freeze it. WAY WAY WAY TOO MUCH.
Too bad you can't send me some. I ate the last of the Ostrich Helper for lunch, so now I have to figure out what to do for dinner.
And yes, Ostrich Helper is a lot like Hamburger Helper, except not so much with the cow-related ingredients.
Take some to your nice neighbor.
Does it have the disturbing tendency to try to leap under stuff?
I'd love to send you some, but I doubt it would travel well. I used to bring some in for my officemate, which were the proportions (what recipe??!) I was using. Except he isn't there anymore. Whoops. May call him tomorrow and see if he wants me to drop some by. Because this is insane.