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.
You are a better roommate then most, vw.
Once, I had a roommate move out while I was out of town, take the refrigerator and leave my food (including a full pan of lasagne) to rot on the counter until I was back three days later. She was shocked when I was annoyed and, "didn't want to just throw the food out."
Of course, the roommate was my sister so maybe she wasn't being a bitch and was just that daft.
yeah, not quite bitchy
cass, can you hop on IM for a sec? its a good thing!
Of course, the roommate was my sister so maybe she wasn't being a bitch and was just that daft.
Only if she took
two
refrigerators.
Only if she took two refrigerators.
1. In PA it is illegal to sleep outdoors on top of a fridge.
2. Echidnas are strong enough to push a fridge across a room.
3. Why do people keep staring at me like I'm some kind of freak?
vw, shall I tell you of the time I was sharing a house with 3 other purported adults and events conspired such that I left the greasy nasty iron skillet in
the bed
of the offender? Because if you need the inspiration, I will.