Timelies all!

The 70s party was pretty fun, despite me being the second-oldest person there.(The oldest person there was the hostess's father. Yipes.) It really should have been called a late-70s/disco party judging by the outfits and the music. There was one guy dressed as Angus Young from AC/DC, which I found clever, and the previously-mentioned father was dressed as Elwood Blues.

I think I must have stolen everybody's sleep yesterday/last night, since I got another 8, even with all the napping I did.

I'm trying to decide if I want TJ's French toast, a buttermilk biscuit, or a banana pancake and sausage.

The last one sounds the best, but requires getting dressed and going out.

Life is hard.

I just realized the coffee shop will not be open for 10 minutes.

My mom's in town for the week, so I gave her my bed and slept on the couch. Not a bad thing (couch is comfortable and I sleep on it all the time), but it meant that when she woke up at her usual oh-my-god-it's-so-fucking-early time this morning and came out to make coffee, I woke up at the first rattle of dishes.

Good thing about her being out is that I cleaned the apartment but good, including cleaning out the fridge. She even commented on how sparkling it is, and advised that I keep it so, which is what I'm going to try and do now.

Damn, she just told me that when I cleaned the tub this morning, I apparently screwed up the faucet so that you can't switch the hot water on--gotta call the office when they open at noon.

Is there already a good Buffista name for Jess's expected one?

Riffing on Jess' old alter ego, PersephoneMoon and Ethan's job...

Li'l Moon
Luna
Turtle
Fone's Boner's (note the extra possessive)
Pixel

Emmett's pulled out his Playmobil pirates which have taken over the living rom. He's been fed eggs in a basket. The baby is in her Moses basket. JZ is making herself a bagel with cream cheese and lox. I'm resentfully ingesting regular coffee.

The good news is that our $200 wedding gift card for Hold Everything can be used at William Sonoma for a new espresso machine. The news which illustrates how tight money is right now is that their cheapest machine is $250 and we have to wait until JZ's paycheck on Wednesday to get it. Time to go back to work. Feh.

Fone's Boner's

It is not nice to make pregnant women choke on their tea!

Hey hivemind -- other than opening the valves all the way, which I've already done, is there anything I can do to stop my radiator (steam, I think) making these annoying loud rattling noises? It sounds like someone's filled it with marbles, and the last time I called my landlord about it, she called in the handyman DH and I refer to as Useless Incompetent Guy. (He stared at it for about five minutes, then nodded, and left without doing anything. And never came back.) I'd be willing to put up with a few days of no heat if it would mean being able to hear myself think in my own living room.

As far as I know, in the world of renting, it Just Happens, nothing to be done. I think it's a bigger systemic issue, so no easy fix.

I'm watching The War Room, the Clinton campaign documentary, and I swear, Hillary and Chelsea Clinton need to get some kind of lifetime Most Improved award for personal style.

It's been a really long time since I had a radiator, but I remember people getting rid of the noise by changing the pitch of the unit. Friends had a radiator that they had put a shim under one side to get rid of the noise.

Hey, guess what else? Lyra Jane is pregnant, too -- she said something in her livejournal.