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.
Her wigs are pretty identifiable.
It wasn't a Tina Turner wig. Not on purpose, anyway. I just got a punk rocker wig.
Oy. It seems a little early.
Man, drunk people. My biggest sin is talking too loud and not responding to "he can hear you!" signals.
I think.
I had one instructor admit way too much about his possible past experiences as a sub, all the while he was being the most ill-behaved leashed person ever. Or maybe his neck muscles were weak and he just kept falling towards my cleavage. Which was, admittedly, pretty prominent, and might just have generated its own gravity.
Another drunk guy complimented me on being young looking, and when I did the "So, are you saying..." he totally fell for it and almost finished his defence by dissing his aunt. Somehow, in his cleanup of the whole thing he said "It's okay. I dig black women." I got out a "Perhaps you'd better stop right there" before I fell over laughing and his aunt (he's in his 20s) slid up to him and explained what a faux pas was.
Said aunt couldn't keep her hands off my ass. Which was...well, she can kill me. I at least tried to get her to grab other people's asses too, and did try to keep her in check with the leash and bullwhip.
The instructor who I had leashed most of the night was the funniest. And she wasn't even drinking. At first she tried to renege. I told her to wear the collar for a little while to get used to it. Ten minutes later, I snapped the leash on. She was all "But there are people I idolise here!" So we walked over to one of them. He handled it just fine, and she ended up trying to catch up to herself ("Let's work the leash more!") more than anything else.
I wonder how much napping I can do and still be perky for the 10:30 class.
