WHY do I always end up timing laundry so I end up missing 5 minutes of TAL? I deliberately tried not to but apparently, my math sucks.
'Potential'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I didn't know the flickr thing either. That could be dangerous.
The last load of laundry I could do before I ran out of quarters is in the dryer. Almost all of the clean clothes are still on my bed, but arranged so that I can still take a nap before I put them away. (not that I would do that, of course). I got my federal taxes done, and had started on the state taxes before Perkins decided to sit on my paperwork, thus mandating that it was lunch break time.
My doing taxes involved fending off both cats. MK wants to sit in front of me (on the papers) for attention, Devi wanted to attack the writing implements.
On ATK today, they had a tip about freezing leftover stock in muffin tins, and then tossing the frozen chunks into a ziplock bag. Genius! (Because I've done the ice tray thing, and the cubes just seem too small to be useful. But a muffin tin is just right!)
Also genius! Now you guys tell me what to have for lunch. I didn't make it to work because the weather was just too awful.
Perkins wants to do both.
Taxes were finished yesterday. by the pro. Oddly we are getting almost the same amount of money back from both the federal and state taxes. By the way, selling old baby bell stocks that were inherited - adds major complications ( and it wasn't that much money in the first place)
I have been taking photos, flickring and then printing to the target. What is extra dangerous? you have to go into target to get the pictures which means spending more $. But honestly, I LOVE IT. Seriously. LOVE.
Sara, when ready, they'll move Noah to a less invasive vent. His respiratory stuff is not as strong as Grace, but I am told by the respiratory therapist that boys tend not to do as well as girls. Not just twins, but in general.
I need to work but I want to nap. Hmm.
I napped, but made myself wake up after a disturbing dream -- I woke up at 9pm, or maybe 10, and my parents were in my apartment! And my father was changing the lightbulb in my bathroom, when it's the living room that needs it, and my mother was being annoying about letting me watch Drive. WTF.
How sara cooks:
huh. That's a big onion. Oh well, might as well use all of it.
t chopping. Crying. Running outside.
Huh. That really was too much onion. I wonder if I have another can of beans. Oh! I do! Needs more chicken and chile, too. Hey, I have that as well.
5 minutes later: Oh holy, hell, I did it again. Bean soup for months!
I never learn.