My FIL died 7 years ago and I still have one of his death certificates in with my work stuff from when I had to supply them to folks like his cell phone company. I really should find it and give it to STBX.

I think we sometimes used xeroxed copies of the death cert, sometimes an actual copy.

The lock guy showed up today instead of yesterday and the plumber, that my landlord has been trying to get in touch with for weeks, decided he would just show up today since he had free time. I need to get in the shower; for once I actually have plans. t /first world problems

Tea:

ISomewhatFunnierN, my neighbor upstairs doesn't want to use both locks on the front door because having to use too keys is apparently beyond the mental capabilities of her teenage children.

I remember the time a co-worker told me about her 17-y.o. daughter who called her frantically on the cell phone one night. "Mom! I can't get into the car--the battery's dead on the remote!" "Then use the key." "What key? Where?" "The one that the remote is on." "Oh, really? That's what it's for? Where does it go?" "There's a keyhole right under the door handle, dear."

"There's a keyhole right under the door handle, dear."

snerk

Ow. I just got a papercut from the cover of a paperback book.

I also just slept all day. All of the busyness of the past few days caught up with me, I guess.

My cat yowls and scratches at things (and threatens to knock things off my night table) until I get up in the morning -- even if there's food in her bowl. What is that about?

Mine too! Okay, not every morning, but that whole "...I'm gonna knock it off the bedside table any minute now!" strategy drives me batshit. He gets by whole days when I'm NOT to hand without knocking things off high places. Soon as I'm there, he's all "Look at meeee!"

Not that I can blame him for wanting attention, poor housebound bunny. Still.

wrt Washington Post - isn't it Buffistas and Foamy?

Taz and Marley will start crawling all over us as soon as they hear the alarm or our voices, or whenever they damn well please. They also do the nightstand thing, and we had a water glass tipover this morning.

Fortunately, Mr Peabody is not a morning dog. When he does get up, he has to go now now now and does a peepee dance around me. He does occasionally decide we have to get up in the middle of the night. A couple of weeks ago, he barked and barked at 5 a.m., and when I let him out, all he did was lick the frozen water in his outside water bowl a few times and come back in. He had perfectly good water inside, and I would have been glad to throw a few ice cubes in it.

If you can't find a buffistas one, just go to bugmenot and get one, that's what I always do. (I think I use the buffistas one for the NYTimes, but I've occasionally been logged out of the WashPost for whatever reason and can't remember my own login, though I HAVE one)