I'll pick you up in my private jet. Be on your roof around 10am Saturday morning. I've never met E but he's more than welcome.
Right on!
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I'll pick you up in my private jet. Be on your roof around 10am Saturday morning. I've never met E but he's more than welcome.
Right on!
Then I realized the surge protector is three pronged and the plugs upstairs are two pronged.
I live in a world war II-era house and I'm not at all sure the wiring has ever been upgraded. I buy the three-prong converter doodads in bulk and then lalalalalaICAN'THEARYOU about the rest.
And ION, billytea's tag continues to crack me up.
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I live in a world war II-era house and I'm not at all sure the wiring has ever been upgraded. I buy the three-prong converter doodads in bulk and then lalalalalaICAN'THEARYOU about the rest.
My GFIs are quaking in fear.
Yeah. Don't have those either. There's a reason we decided not to buy the house.
In my old house (huh, that's weird after six years there), the guest room / office had one outlet that we "converted" from two-prong to three... I had forgotten all about it until I was unplugging everything and counted how many power strips were in there.
The electrical was still fabric-wrapped and likely original from when the house was built in 1928.
Forget my masses of candles, how did I fail to never start an electrical fire in there?
I heard back from Nora's moving friend, he isn't going to be able to do the move because he is going to be out of town, but he was nice enough to give me an estimate anyway. It was sort of what I was expecting, but it is going to be very expensive (at least by my standards).
I'm a bitch of a roommate. I was just doing dishes and totally left Not!Emily's, because I'm feeling bitchy. I totally could have done them, but I just didn't want to.
I did put his leftovers away, though, because he left them on the counter. I didn't want them to go bad.
I'm a bitch of a roommate. I was just doing dishes and totally left Not!Emily's, because I'm feeling bitchy. I totally could have done them, but I just didn't want to.
Don't you dare. I'm still mad at him.
Um, not doing someone elses dishes /= being a bitch.