Oh man, I feel like a total badass and have to tell someone.
So there was one of those things Jilli hates up near the ceiling, and I couldn't go to sleep until I had taken care of it. The only thing I had that could reach it was a poster tube, and it didn't seem to want to budge. So I tried sticking a bunch of Scotch tape to the end of the tube. Because if that worked, it would be hilarious. It didn't work, though, since the thing was in the corner.
Then I noticed a ruler lying on the floor, and I taped the ruler to the tube, intending to smash the bugger. I had no other option, and I wanted to go to sleep in peace. I apologized to it, but I couldn't go through with it, and I came up with a final idea.
I set a paper cup on top of the poster tube and taped it to the ruler. I inched the contraption up to the beastie and nudged it off the wall with the ruler. It fell right into the cup. I quickly tilted the tube outside through the already-open door and banged it on the railing to knock the bugger out into the wild.
And then I carefully peered into the cup to make sure it was empty.
(It was. I win.)
P-C, that's quite an operation. You could patent that device. I'd buy it.
Great hair, Brenda!
Shir, I'm with omnis here. Take a leap.
Thanks for all the good wishes on the house! We're hoping we'll actually get a response to the offer today. I'm going to be slightly loopy until we do.
Oh and scrambled eggs on rye toast
We're not going to France. No one needs collecting anymore! We did try, though. :D
I am certain the first has SOMETHING to do with the ballcock. (Don't know exactly what, but I wasn't passing that up)
let the record show that Trudy refuses to pass up a ballcock.
DJ, I'm glad to hear your cousin came out of it. I hope you're calmer now.
aside from the previous Doctor, how often do we hear you swoon for a guy?
Swooning for not-real-out-of-a-novel/TV-show-guys? All. of. the. time. Really-real-of-reality-guys? Hardly enough. (Edit: though it just hit me, that that guy has something of (read: a lot of) the Sean Maher in him (just maybe less in shape). Just saying.
I am gonna try. I just need to see him before, in order to try. And make sure there are no rings on his hands, or a girlfriend in the prairie. Keep your ~mas to this, and I'll take care of the rest.
Brenda! Hair! Short!
P-C, how MacGyver of you!
The Girl is on the phone to agent! Offer has been accepted! Doing the dance of joy on crutches!
Now we have to run around finding solicitors, inspectors and proof of funds. And then start making building/decorating plans. Eek.
Seska! Yay! Woo-hoo!
Congrats to you and The Girl!
Congratulations, Seska!
P-C, that was a good idea.
Shir, I hope you can find your Sean Maher-esque hottie again, soon.
Congratulations, Seska! Congrats P-C! Go Shir-Good luck!
I am frustrated like a frustrated thing. I have a presentation today that I've been working on for several months, quickly followed by another presentation on another thing I've been working on since November. I'm understandably nervous and the details happening behind the scenes have been complex for so long, I don't know which way is up half the time. So I knew I was going to have a rough time sleeping. I didn't know DH was going to wake me up last night coming in from a night out, and then again coming to bed after playing Dragon Age a couple hours later that I couldn't get back to sleep after. Not his fault, really, more my stupid brain. I got a total of 3 hours, plus headache and gronk. I am mean. I'm now locked in my office trying to find a nice, calm spot.
