I would really like a job that doesn't make me nauseated on Sunday nights.
Me too. I had nightmares of all work varieties last night. Including being dressed down by the head of mission for something I didn't do, and my boss conspiring with another head to do work I am supposed to do. Uhg.
I can't wait until January. So much will be less crazed. In January.
Poor mac & msbelle!
If I could take a ferry to Ikea I would even if all I bought once I got there was Swedish meatballs.
Sure, it sounds romantic, but then you discover you have to assemble the ferry yourself.
The main reason this board still lets me hang around is that I supply the setup for some of Billytea's best lines.
Please let me find a job that doesn't make me feel like throwing up four times a day in the New Year.
At least I'm doing better than Allyson! I can't decide if checking my email would make it better or worse.
If I could take a ferry to Ikea I would even if all I bought once I got there was Swedish meatballs.
Sure, it sounds romantic, but then you discover you have to assemble the ferry yourself.
I got nothing. It just says it all.
Help desperately needed!
We are on the verge of becoming a fiasco of the type that is broadcast on This American Life.
One of the paired doves that hangs out around our house just fell down the chimney and is now in trapped in the fireplace. Non lethal suggestions for how to get him out?
Sheets. Swooping sheets herding it to an opening.
If you can corner it with the sheet in the fireplace, blocking the upward escape, and lay your hands on it, carry it outside and all is good.
If it's stuck in the chimney, or not coming out, just block out its entrance to the house. It will get out as long as nothing is seriously wrong with it.
Man, I wish I were there. I'm good at that shit.
I've gotten several birds out of stoves safely. As Sarameg says, block off its ability to go anywhere but the nearest exit and open that exit. They usually find their way out pretty quickly. You can shoo them in the right direction with a broom.
I called Lori. She brought a lacrosse stick. I don't like birds enough to lay my hands on one.