The police assured the still crying Lucy that no one suspicious was around, but that she did do the right thing in calling 911.

He spoke true.

I do have people that come and clean my house because if I didn't it would be a health hazzard. I like the big projects, but can't stand dishes, or doing the floors. DH does the dishes and the cleaning people do the floors. They annoy me putting everything in the wrong place. On the counter will be an empty knife block, all the knives in the drawer. A cabinet with all glass stuff and one with all plastic stuff, why is this not clear? Sigh. I just rearrange after I get home. Now I concentrate my effort on trying to keep stuff picked up somewhat. Often every surface is covered with paper, clothes, tools, etc. In a perfect world someone would follow me around and keep stuff organized the way I would if hours permitted.

I llike doing my own laundry. In fact, I must go do some now.

I love having a clean bathroom and kitchen, and I mean clean clean. As in, bleaching the surfaces every second day. But I can happily let plates sit in my bedroom in piles until they get moldy, and newspapers and take away cartons pile up in the sitting room. I'm a conundrum.

Just talked to mom. She's had a baster emergency (dad melted it. Bad dad! No cookie!)

Is anyone else's brain going to a bad place? No? Just the dyke then, yep...(No, Cindy and ita went there too! I feel so relieved)

AIMEE! GO TO THE DOCTOR! Maybe even if the asshat gyn won't see you, there's a nurse practitioner in the practice who would? Or if you call back and explain that "Jackhole, I don't HAVE another PCP, and the wait will be at least X weeks before I can get an appointment, and I've had a kidney infection before, so don't make me SUE YOUR ASS". LAME, is what I call that.

Hmm. Apparently I need Jars to clean my kitchen and bathroom, while I keep the bedroom and living room fine--the only reason my bedroom gets messy is the pile of laundry, the pile of CLEAN laundry, and occasionally the books spilling off the bookshelf. Of course, it helps that my apartment is tiny, so food in teh living room is practically in teh kitchen anyway. So keeping dishes and trash in the proper places is not hard.

Dear Jars: I will wash your dishes if you will clean my bathroom. Anybody who brings me a load of groceries so I don't have to go to the store myself? I kiss them!

And with that, dear Bitches, good night!

Ok. Bad Lifetime Movie update of the night:

Charisma Carpenter's bra just matched her shirt. Very weird.

I mean, really! Who doesn't need one of these???

But you can just get a $15 cast iron pan at the hardware store that can do that and about a zillion other things too!

t hugs my cast iron skillets tight

Never did find the pass. Bah.

But, we did start homebrewing adventures, and now have 5 gallons of wort fermenting away in our basement, hopefully soon to become an English style brown ale.

Pretty much simultaneously, I was cooking Tom's birthday dinner of roast chicken and vegetables (the latest CI version) which, while a bit fussy as CI can be, was awesome and we used up a lot of root veg we had kicking around- beets, turnips, rutebaga, carrots, and blue potatoes.

So, a fun night in the kitchen.

Have to go back to work tomorrow. Don't wanna. Sigh. I also have my first class of the semester, which I'm kind of nervous about, because it's at a different school (Salem State) and I'm transferring the credits. So, it will be more convenient, and cheaper (SO MUCH CHEAPER) but it's new and different and I fear change.

Oh, home brewing is so fun! And you get beer out of it.

(eta: cheaper is good. I hope it's an easy adjustment. I got excited about the beer and forgot about school. Kind of like my undergraduate years)

Aww, man! I miss brewing -- I'd almost forgotten about it until we moved out of the old house and I finally got rid of all my old gear.

... although it does lead to this:

I got excited about the beer and forgot about school. Kind of like my undergraduate years

BWAH!!

Much IRS-ma to your mom Erika. I had an IRS issue this last spring where it started with me owning a LOT of money and after working everything out I ended up getting an additional refund (with interest!), so it can turn out good in some cases.

Much IRS~stomping~ma indeed. Erika, remind your mom that all is fair in love and war with the IRS. I was audited for 3 years. I came with folders full of stuff and fought them hard. And won. They are Evil. DH said he saw a side of me he'd never seen before. Grrrrr