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.

I have a friend whose son worked for UHAL this summer. and had people yell at him becasue there were no Trucks - and in every case, people hadn't returned them. The number of people that don't return them on time is huge. and the number of people that argue about paying for them when they keep them longer than expected is huge.

{{{Daisy Jane}}} I hope you're feeling better today. I like girls night out and I really miss them since T moved, but we never excluded guys from coming totally, just as long as it wasn't every week.

Kick's vw's landlords Warning: I am not responsible for my actions if I get anywhere near them tonight.

Emily, I hope today goes much smoother for you.

That makes mathic sense beth...still, it just seems like it happens every. single. time. I wonder if there is some sort of industry response that could change it. When we all have the flying cars we were promised, perhaps they'll invent a remote controlled, gps enabled system that shuts the truck down when your time is up. A team of repodudes shows up and all your Ikea 'Splorg' furniture are belong to them.

We had the "why are you going this way" fight at lunch today

Since we work together and live together we had to find a way around this one. If we are in my car, I drive and we go my way without comment. If we are in his car, we go his way without comment. This is particulary frustrating for him since I am totally random in my routing. I go the same places all the time, so I mix it up!