Oh, dear. Cambridge landlord just called, because she noticed there's still a lot of stuff in the apartment. Huh. Interesting. She hasn't had my permission to be there.

Then she said, "Well, good luck with school and work. I have your phone number, so we'll keep in touch."

My ass. After, well, now, I won't be answering the phone when you call. Or returning your messages, for that matter.

Oh, and she wanted to make sure things would be nice and clean. Well, maybe you should have told your husband to clean up after himself.

Is it midnight yet?

Eww. Evil landlords.

And I knew UHaul sucked, but sorry to hear Budget does too.

what became a huge deal was saying, "Why do you have to exclude people on a penis/no penis basis?"

Heh. Imagine when you're dating another girl, who suddenly wants a....girls night out. Waiiiiiiiit....:) I do know people who've done it on a very butch/femme basis, which kinda cracks me up. I understand the impulse, but come ON!

She hasn't had my permission to be there.

Did you point that out?

Oh, god. That's awful. Uhaul does the same kind of thing. At least they called her? I've heard of people showing up at Uhaul and not getting a truck. But, still, that sucks majorly. I'm so sorry. I hope she's gonna be ok.

Yeah, me too. I guess her mom was quite horrible to her about it, saying, "Are you trying to tell me that there are NO moving trucks in the ENTIRE city of Boston?" Um, YES!

Anyone else have the "which route do you take and why don't you go my way which is obviously infinitely more better?" arguement?

Oy. Short list of things I obviously know how to do better than DH, in spite of the fact that the end results between our two methods are virtually indistinguishable:

• Chop onions
• fast-forward on the Tivo
• fold laundry
• grate cheese
• give directions

Budget called her the day before yesterday to inform her that there were no trucks available. Apparantly when she called to reserve a truck, did not actually qualify as a "reservation."

Yeah, UHaul does the same thing. To be fair, I think it's more the fault of people not returning their trucks on time -- they keep their prices low by not having extra trucks around. (Zipcar has the same problem.)

WindSparrow or Daniel, mine is the Compaq. It’s also the one the power cord goes to.

Mine, alas, was a Compaq as well. Must go shower. God, two more days...

Mine, alas, was a Compaq as well. Must go shower. God, two more days...

Oh, really? Maybe mine was an IBM. Way to know you're computer, Val!

New work by Bach found: [link]

We had the "why are you going this way" fight at lunch today, in fact. NSM a fight, just "let's go this way, it connects" "it connects, but it's faster to go XYZ because then we are taking the hypoteneuse, not the sides." "Yeah, but to get to the hypoteneuse we have to walk a couple blocks, so you have to add the length of that section." "No you don't." "Yes you do." "No you don't" "Yes you do"

We kept that part up all the way to the pizza place.

Chop onions

Yep. I can't even be in the kitchen when R cooks, because it's so hard to keep my mouth shut and maintain poker face.

Driving and navigating are now solely my province (provenance? not sure of the usage there). Actually getting things clean and doing math are solely his portfolio.

Yep. I can't even be in the kitchen when R cooks, because it's so hard to keep my mouth shut and maintain poker face.

It's infuriating! I mean, these are BASIC KNIFE SKILLS!!! Nevermind that the onion ends up in little pieces no matter which of us does it, his way is strange and wrong and I don't like it.

Budget called her the day before yesterday to inform her that there were no trucks available. Apparantly when she called to reserve a truck, did not actually qualify as a "reservation."

This has happened every single time I, or a loved one, has tried to rent a truck. Except, in my world, you don't get the courtesy call...just the blank stare from the counter person upon arrival...and then the 3-5 hour ordeal of calling another store for a truck, offering to rent the manager's suv, begging and general rending of cloth.

This is one for the plus column, where long relationships are concerned. You find yourself on the path to argument, but then take a look at the horizon and landmarks, and realize you're not trail-blazing. You're not even walking on a path. You're on a paved road, four lanes wide to a place neither of you wants to end up, so you reverse direction yourself.

This is something that our rabbi told is in the marriage seminar thing we did before we got married - that those arguments you have over and over become a familiar and comforting part of the relationship. Weird but true.

{{Daisy Jane}} Hope you are feeling better this morning. I haven't had to deal with the "boys night out" thing, really, but I've had lots of fights that I can't even remember what they were about, I was mostly mad because whatever I was originally mad about wasn't being taken seriously, and they suck.

Head~ma for Cashmere's twin.

Chopping onions is DH's job. He's generally much better at chopping than I am We're usually pretty in sync when it comes to directions. I control the remote almost exclusively. I am slowly training him to sort laundry to my stringent standards.