Well, yeah. It was just weird.
Ok. I am, once again, irrationally angry. I just got a phone call message thingy from the city of Cambridge letting me know that the trash rules have changed. Now, did they send out a mailing? NOPE. THE DAY BEFORE TRASH COLLECTION (when we put out trash the night before) they call and let us know the new rules.
They will no longer pick up the white kitchen trash bags. And, if you put them out, you'll get fined $25 a day. They really want you to put out tight-lid trash cans filled with your garbage. Well, that's great if you don't have to carry the damn thing down three stories and PEOPLE DIDN'T STEAL THEM! But, they will take the heavy black trash bags if you put them out in the morning of trash day, before 7am.
Good thing I was home to get the message. But, couldn't they have done something else to let people know...like a mailing? And a little sooner than trash day? This doesn't give me much time to take care of these things. So, now I have another errand today. I've got to go pick up heavy, black trash bags. And, I have to make sure I'm up in time to take the trash out in the morning, when I was gonna sleep in, since Emily has the day off.
I hateses life.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TICKYLILYBOX!!!
It's nice to know that my dreadful un-knowledge of geography carries over into my subconcious.
I had a dream last night that I was in Belize AND Nepal, that they were next to each other, and in Europe.
Happy birthday to that cutie Lillian!
I'm doing the Working At Home Dance. Woohoo!
Dude, they totally should have mailed VW.
I HATE garbage changes.
Holy Carp, it's been a year. Also, Holy Carp, I was posting right afterwards.
I'd have been posting during the whole hospital stay, but the recovery room had no Internet, blast it.
Lillian celebrated her birthday by being up and cranky in the middle of the gosh-darn night.
Happy Tickybox Day!
Happy Birthday to Tickybox, and many congratulations to the parents!
What a jam-packed year of cuteness it has been.
Also...
but I'm afraid that Pete still holds the scary crown of entirely unendearing manliness.
This sentence was much more disturbing the first time I saw it because I misread it as "scary CLOWN of entirely unendearing manliness.". No to the scary clowns, thankyouverymuch.
Happy Birthday, TickySqueekabooLilyBox!
I am back from a very wet, but still beautiful Yosemite, so I have skipped like Leo Buscaglia. Please forgive.
Yosemite has to be one of my favorite places. This time, we stayed in the valley with my sister and her kids. We went sledding, and attended every Ranger talk we could with them. Usually when we're there, we're spending a majority of our time in the backcountry (and I am praying to the mountain gods that I don't get altitude sickness again) so it was a bit strange to spend all that time among all those people, eating in the restaurants.
Can clowns be manly?
I suppose scary clowns are more manly than the non-frightening variety....
Ooh, Thursday of Spring Break week. I have been mindlessly slothful. I mean, really bad. I nought and watched Season 6 Buffy. It was so bizarre. I forgot how good some of the episodes in the beginning were! I had a regular sobfest, and it was great. Just sat here and dripped tears and ate chocolate pecans.
But I am done now. And it's GORGEOUS here. It's supposed to be 90 degrees. Craxy.
Did I mention how nice it is to be posting before noon on a Thursday with the windows open and hot coffee and nowhere to be? Cause it's pretty fucking nice.
