She reminds my oversized DH that she held him when he was smaller than her.

That's wonderful. Much healing~ma to her.

How frustrating, amych! Things you need to be able to work should work when you are at work.

I know! If I'm not working, I want it to be my own damn fault.

If the new place doesn't have a programmable thermostat, invest in one! They're easy to attach and it will save you $ and worry, because you won't have to remember anything.

We did this when we had oil heat.

Love the programmable. Mine has the heat up for a couple of hours in the morning, down all day, up in the evening, and back down again after 10, and I don't have to worry about forgetting to adjust it before I leave the house or go to bed. Love.

Also, I found out that the beer I got last week that was supposed to be McChouffe the Belgian Brown was actually this crazy-ass Houblon Chouffe Dobbelen IP Tripel. I'll have to try it again, it sounds good, and my brain was just all DOES NOT COMPUTE DOES NOT COMPUTE so I couldn't really get into it before. This sounds about right (from the article linked to above):

As the hops hit the taste buds, it runs a bit coarse, with hop tannins, floral, citric, slight aspirin, mild spiciness, and a soft twang of rind that sticks to the palate and hangs in there for quite a while. This segues into pronounced esters and suggestions of sweet blood oranges that meld with a balanced malty sweetness, with grainy and bready notes from Pale and Pilsner malts.

The color pictured is right on too, though this particular batch poured a lot clearer than the one reviewed.

Nora, you hop-heads continually befuddle me. All I ever taste with a hoppy beer is BITTER. That leaves IPAs, et al., RIGHT OUT.

the beer I got last week that was supposed to be McChouffe the Belgian Brown

I told my brother about this, and he said, "I've started fights for less." So any time you want to go marauding/drinking, you have a partner in crime up in Waterbury.

Dear Attendant: Fuck...why didn't you tell me Worthless Spouse had an interview today? Signed, Smart, not Psychic, of Phoenix. I can get the lead out in the morning if I have to. Although, since it's Tuesday, trickery, such as "Look! Shirtless Mike Rowe!" might work best. Thanks ever so, Me P.S> Yes, I *like* to stretch my muscles while winning virtual thousands on Cash Cab, but even I can't argue that as a constitutional right. Interrupt me. Worthless Spouse can't do that much...he needs my full support for job interviews.

Mmmmm, beer. Yeah, that's all I got.

I had a Bitchin' Bitter at lunch today which was delicious. God bless the Cambridge Brewing Company.