Yay Spidra!
Monty ,'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The best way to tell if something is infected is to seal it in a plastic bag. Then if there are moths, you'll see them in the plastic, and if there aren't moths, the plastic will keep them out.
Ew on the meal-moths.
Yay on the Spidra-job!
Jumping to the end to say Wooo Hooo Spidra!! They're lucky to have ya.
Yay Spidra!!!
re mealmoths, the bad news is that when I've found them, I've had to throw out a bunch of different flours, rices, cornmeal, and such. The good news is that once I've done so, they're completely gone. Also, second-third-whatevering the eww.
Way to go, Spidra!
Mealmoths were my first thought, too.
Thanks, folks, for your efficacious jobma. I'm pretty happy. It's not my ideal job but many things about it are much better than my last job. I might finally be able to build a little security.
I see I'm late to the woohooing Spidra.
I've had a lovely late afternoon/evening. I biked to TJ to get a steak, tortilla chips, fresh hot salsa, chocolate cake, and something else. I came home, made marinated mushrooms and the steak on the grill while drinking my own concoction of strawberry chunks in a margarita. I'm feeling fabulous, althoug having a hard time typing, and sated. The steak and mushrooms are no more, the tequila is gone, but the chocolate cake is still calling! Fortunately the alcohol has drowned out how much my quads hated exercise with no warning.
Also, I have a date on Sunday. With a boy who sounds promising. But it's only been about 4 months and I'm still a little wary. Still, Date. It's definitely in the go me category. Fortunately its a foursome, so the whole blind date thing won't be Blind!Date and if I get bored I can talk to my friend about the business we want to open together.
This post is brought to you by the word tequila. And strawberry.
Yay for the job, Spidra!