Living in sin can be quite fabulous.

Yes. I have fond memories of living in sin. Especially since he cooked. That was nice.

In other news, the test I'm registering for wants to know my high school GPA. WHO THE HELL KNOWS THEIR HIGH SCHOOL GPA? I don't even have a place to look that up!

Fair's fair, I might know it if I didn't have 3 other GPAs to keep track of that might be, I don't know, a whole lot more relevant?

Really? What brought *that* on??

Your folks coming home tomorrow.

Living in sin can be quite fabulous.

In a "Jonathan Creek" episode a child asks the two bickering leads if they are married. They abashedly ask what made him ask that. "Well, my mum and dad are married and married people argue." Jonathan replies,"Nooo, we're just arguing in sin."

I have fond memories of living in sin myself. Many involve groceries being carried to the second floor.

If only Bartleby would take a backpack...

Living in sin can be quite fabulous. Not that I am talking about anyone on the board who might be considering it or anything. Nuh-uh, no way.

Oh, I definitely want to! (Except when I'm terrified.) But the clutter and the cats and the bathroom of dubious bathing capacity are all issues.

And Teppy - I can actually kind of understand the arc welder ... but an egg incubator?

It's actually a pretty thing -- it's an old, old one, made of metal and glass, that could conceivably be used as a display case for something other than fertilized chicken eggs. (He's not incubating eggs; it's just sitting in the living room, looking nifty but taking up space.)

Your folks coming home tomorrow.

!!!!

They are?? Did they call??

No, your sister told me. She didn't tell you?

mearaing...

Cashmere, you look adorable. I really love the color of your hair, so pretty!

I too have thought about the teeth whitening. Using the toothpaste for any length of time makes my teeth too sensitive, though. But then I also agree with Zenkitty, and maybe it's stupid cultural "you must wax all your body hair off and have bright white teeth and shiny shiny hair" shit.

I hope (and pray and sacrifice a goat or something) that I will be moving on Saturday, so maybe something Sunday?

Heh. Will you be needing deliveries from friends of beer and food, that evening, Vortex? (I know you're all about hiring movers, so do not need that).

I think wonderful as Mr. Rogers was, if he was your dad, you'd need drugs.

I've been looking for a new place (Craigslist) instead of waiting for Boyfriend Move-In Time

When is Boyfriend Move In Time? In Normal People land....lesbians are not known for normal.

the amount of effort it's going to take to get The Boy's place in shape and habitable for an extra human being who already has furniture and is VERY allergic to cats

Sounds like key time to hire someone!

NO SHE DID NOT.

I talked to my dad yesterday and he said it would be Saturday or Sunday?

This isn't stuff he *uses,* mind you. It's stuff he brought home at one point or another, thinking "I could DO something with this!" Like, yards and yards of the metal chain mesh thingie that supermarket conveyor belts in the checkout line are built on.

I've told you people about my storage room heap, right? that if someone fell over in there, they would have a soft landing thanks to the mounds of fabric and clothing to be altered? That's getting organized this summer. It's going to take a long time, but I need to do it. But oh goodness, do I recognize the "I could DO something with this!" line of thinking. My new rule for thrift shopping is unless I know exactly what I'm going to do with an item, I can not buy it.

I liked Mr. Rogers when I was small. Tho' I prefered Sesame Street. Mr. Rogers didn't have fuzzy monsters and vampires.

Oh, whee, I just figured out why that tooth hurts so badly. It's bloody loose! I was on the phone with the dentist's office, he asked if some of the material they'd put in had broken, I said, "WEll, I don't know, let me check," I reached in, felt something shift and went, "OK, that's not right." Reached in again and gently rocked it back and forth.

And I'm perversely pleased, because no one can say I'm being a wimp when my bloody dentist knocked a tooth out of its moorings! And (whitefonted for the orally sensitive) it explains the "pop" I felt in the night that cut through the lovely synthetic morphine I had taken to go to sleep. That must have been whatever was left holding the tooth in place giving way. I do hope it's not a broken root or three. But I bet it saves me the $500 plus for the crown.