Hil, that sounds great. In my old Long Beach neighborhood, there was a house like that, but not as nice. I walked past it a lot, drooling. It came on the market for a ton, and then I stopped drooling for it. Your new digs sounds awesome. Love the stained glass. And washer/dryer is KING!
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Congratulations on the apartment, Hil!
Gronk. Back to babysitting today and hoping G is in a better mood.
Congrats, Hil. I'm glad you've found an apartment you like.
We've had the most miserable day for a very long time. Wallybee and I both woke up (early) with symptoms much like food poisoning; which, for me, developed into diarrhoea, and for her, into vomiting (and then, this evening, diarrhoea as well). I still had to go into work to try and sort something out. It takes over an hour to get to work. They sent me home within half an hour. (It takes an hour to get home from work.)
Ryan was booked in for childcare today, as it's a working day for both of us. He reportedly had a good day there. We spent the day in bed, trying to sleep, and occasionally being very thankful for the en suite. We picked him up around 5:30 - this is the first time we've both been sick at the same time with him. I don't know if he picked up that Mummy and Daddy weren't well, but he was a very cooperative and friendly little boy tonight. We're very fortunate.
Anyway, once he was in bed, I made the run to the chemist (couldn't think of that one during the day, of course). We are now both dosed up, and assured that the anti-nausea meds can also cause drowsiness. That would be nice.
So far G is being a very good boy. I am almost starting to enjoy Yo Gabba Gabba; should I be scared?
I'm sorry you and Wallybee are feeling so icky, bt. I hope you feel better soon, and that the little guy does not pick up the germs.
Hil, that apartment sounds gorgeous.
Oh, bt, that sounds miserable indeed. I hope you're now well and soundly asleep.
And, sj, no, don't be scared. Yo Gabba Gabba contains Mark Mothersbaugh, so it's clearly of the good. (And yay for G being good -- he put you through the wringer last week, so he owes you.)
Happy Birthday, erin_o!
Congrats, Hil!
Ugh, billytea - I hope you're both feeling better soon. That sounds nasty.
Talking of nasty, I bent down to put socks away and dislocated/subluxed a joint in my lower back that hates me. I never learn to wait for PCA's shift before attempting to tidy up.
Yikes, Seska! Be careful.
G has been asleep for nearly an hour, and I took a short nap too.
Seska, I hope your back forgives you soon.
IOmeN, WHEW! I just spent an hour and a half thinking I'd accidentally used a check out of checkbook from work to pay one of my bills last week, only to discover (after calling the trash hauling company whose bill I paid, and my supervisor) that the reason I could not find the carbon copy of that check in my checkbook was that pages had stuck together a bit.