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.

Living in sin is fun, but it must be noted that living in marriage often involves cake. But the important part, in either case, is booty on tap.

Tep, does the Boy have a completely and utterly awesome place or an unbeatable deal on his rent, or would it be even remotely possible to consider both moving to someplace new? Which would force him to do some stuff-purging, and also might get you into a place that isn't thoroughly cat-saturated (it'll likely become so over time, but at least you'd start out with an allergenic clean slate).

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

6-10 months from now, I'm thinking. But it's a lot of thinking. Counseling is coming first!

I remember the joke on E.R. when Kerry Weaver came out as a lesbian. Something along the lines of "what does a lesbian bring to a second date?" "A U-Haul truck."

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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.

This has been the hardest lesson for me to learn. Just because it's an Aquascutum trench in my size for $12 does not mean I need to own a 4th trench coat in camel.

For me, Boyfriend Move In Time was about 6 months, but that was mainly because I was graduating from college and needed a place to live. I think it's quite often whenever the lease comes up.

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

I know only what I am told. Maybe you should call and clarify?

We will "live in sin" until gay marriage is legal (though there is cake).

...can i just have the cake?

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!

Oh, trust me, people WILL be hired (including People Who Can Make A Bathroom That Teppy Will Not Be Afraid Of Bathing In). It's just -- The Boy has to come around to the idea of that.

Tep, does the Boy have a completely and utterly awesome place or an unbeatable deal on his rent, or would it be even remotely possible to consider both moving to someplace new? Which would force him to do some stuff-purging, and also might get you into a place that isn't thoroughly cat-saturated (it'll likely become so over time, but at least you'd start out with an allergenic clean slate).

The housing market sucks donkey dong, and he can't afford to take a loss on selling his house (if he were to sell it), so for the time being, it's either (1) move into his place after some Tepification, or (2) keep on living 2 places.

Mmm, CAKE! I love cake.

remember the joke on E.R. when Kerry Weaver came out as a lesbian. Something along the lines of "what does a lesbian bring to a second date?" "A U-Haul truck."

It's totally true, so often. And then there's "What do gay men bring on a second date?" "What's a second date?"