Ooh, that all sounds very exciting!
I remembered this morning that one of my coworkers is moving next week, and realized that I would totally be in the loony bin at this point if I were her. I'm halfway there anyway, and the work stuff is all I'm dealing with!
Oh, also, lisah, do you have access to a camping stove? I'm pretty sure that's what we used in the dining room when my childhood kitchen was redone. Possibly it was not safe.
Ask msbelle about the pirate that wanted to take a picture with her...
bahahahahah.... ah! those were the days.
I wish I had a cookie. And the apple dumpling recipe? if you scroll down to the bottoms, she usually has not a long rambly version, but the quick and dirty recipe.
see - apparently it was funny.
I dream of having some work done on my place, but it will not happen for at least one year, and would be much much less work.
do you have access to a camping stove?
I think a friend was going to lend me a hot plate maybe.
Smart to build a peace offering to the cats. I suspect your critters will be all OMGWTFCHAOSDEBRISNOISECRAZYWORLDUPSIDESIDEWAYS.
The cats should be mostly okay, I think. They'll have the front window to hang out in. Plus all of upstairs. The dog will be even more confused than usual. Fortunately, my friend who is doing the work is VERY pet sensitive and is especially fond of poor old Frank.
OK, list-of-weird-sites-I'm-indexing: I'm really planning on call it a day soon, get dinner and watch TV before starting yet another endless data web searching for the NGO.
So. Get. Shorter. Now. Bitch.
Please?
I dream of having some work done on my place
I dream of having my place, but then I get that nevergonnahappenwhybotherthinking sinking feeling, so then I remind myself to skim home improvement posts until my stoicism returns.
I read that pirate story and laugh, because dollars to doughnuts I wouldn't have done that. It takes a
huge
amount for me to register anything as a physical threat. It so rarely occurs to me that any given situation has the capability to escalate to fisticuffs.
I just don't associate fighting with anger and violence as much as perhaps I should.
boss is out of town, but is acting odd via email - I think something is up and I do not like it. He was supposed to be out all week, but now is coming in on Friday it looks like.
(I have no plan for lunch that fits my migraine diet rules. I may have to eat salad. Grilled chicken breast over fresh veggies and vinaigrette dressing. I think that is okay with the rules. Although maybe I shouldn't be eating meat out. I definitely shouldn't be obsessing about lunch when it's not yet ten and I haven't done enough work to earn that.)
From today's Shit I didn't say file:
NO! That's the wrong answer. Stop being all reasonable about things! We'll never get new books that way.