I'm currently living in my twentieth home.

As of August, I'll have been in this apartment for 20 years. Rent control, ahhhh, sweet rent control.

Previous that that, I moved around a bit what with being an Air Force brat. 15 total including the current place.

A friend of mine deliberately moved every 2 years until she got married, and then swore that they were going to quit doing that. She closes this month on her third house in the past 4 years. OTOH, I do think they are going to stay put at this one, given it's where they want their kids going to school.

Is love necessary? Dinosaurs discuss: [link]

The 11pm TDS Monday was a re-run, but Tue-Thu are new. Colbert is new all week.

Love the Scola blue.

So has anyone else noticed that when you use those post office self serve machine and mail something first class, the sticker has a big FCM on it for first class mail? Makes me laugh everytime. me=12

At work, people send reference requests to one common email, and then one of the reference team will respond to let the others know a request is being done. Both BigLibraryBoss and the second in command always change the subjecgt line to "doing Partner X" or "Doing associate y", and BLB frequently changes the name to a nickname. (Ollie instead of Oliver, etc.).

Makes me giggle every time.

ita, I sent you enough so you will feel you have an abundance for one person, but little enough that sharing is right out.

Those monkey+kitty pictures are amazing.

Possibly 20 or so addresses, been in this last one for about 10 years.

www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.com/

Fun-nee.

HAR.

I get accused of hoarding things by Margret. Now, this is entirely unfair - electrical items never die, you see, I am merely unable to revive them with today's technology. In the future new techniques will emerge and, combined with the inevitably approaching shortage of AC adapters and personal cassette players, my foresight will pay off and the grateful peoples of the Earth will make me their God. Anyway, never mind that now, because the real point is that it's Margret who fills our house with crap. And I'm not talking about doing so by the omission of crap-throwing-away here, but by insane design. While sorting out the stuff in the boxes, these are some of the things I've discovered that Margret actually packed away at our last house and brought to our new one:

* A dentist's cast of her teeth circa 1984.

* Empty Pringles tubes.

* Rocks (not 'special ornamental rocks', you understand, just 'rocks' from our previous garden).

* Old telephone directories.

* Two carrier bags full of scraps of material.

* Those little sachets of salt and sugar you get with your meal on planes.

* Some wooden sticks.

* Last year's calendar.

And yet, were I to throw her from a train, they'd call me the criminal.

EDITED because I found a funnier one than the one I posted first. Also, formatting.

I totally just called three strangers and made two appointments! And left one voicemail. GO ME. I should possibly have made one or two more, but I think that's enough for today.