But I've been a sublettor before and was under the misapprehension that paying my monthly rent meant I lived there, fair and square.
I think it's an issue of history and relationship. I would not have minded if my roommate, whom I hardly ever saw, watched my DVDs, since we lived together for months. He didn't, though. But the subletters were watching stuff very shortly after moving in, and we hadn't really established any sort of relationship.
One time I was spending the summer staying at the Masters' House. At Rice, the Masters are community members who live on campus, and they let me and a roommate stay at their house while they traveled. For a few days, their grandsons or nephews or something visited, and they ate a bunch of my food, which really annoyed me. They had no way of knowing what food in the fridge was ours, I guess, but, uh, clearly it's one of those things that still bothers me.
They had no way of knowing what food in the fridge was ours, I guess,
There's this thing called verbalization...
With a spider, you want enough oil to totally submerge the donuts. They won't submerge while they are cooking, they'll float, but you flip them by poking them with a wooden spoon, not lifting them and turning them over, and then lift the whole batch out when they are done with the spider. Don't fill the pot up to the brim with oil, but as long as it's an inch or two below the rim, more is good.
There's this thing called verbalization...
I don't think we'd even seen them yet. We came home and they had eaten our food. We knew they were coming, but I hadn't really expected them to raid the fridge. And I probably didn't say anything to them since I'm not very assertive.
Hm, I think I have all those ingredients on hand. Or reasonable substitutes.
Random officemate comment today: he was very disappointed and somewhat puzzled that there's not a traditional Chanukah drink -- since Christmas has eggnog, there must be something for Chanukah.
Random officemate comment today: he was very disappointed and somewhat puzzled that there's not a traditional Chanukah drink -- since Christmas has eggnog, there must be something for Chanukah.
You know, I keep telling you you should kill him, but you never do.
I love eggnog, but it's not for everyone...what's he on, anyway?
Random officemate comment today: he was very disappointed and somewhat puzzled that there's not a traditional Chanukah drink -- since Christmas has eggnog, there must be something for Chanukah.
The blood of annoying officemates?
I'm trying to think of a good drink to associate with Hannukah, but it seems like you would have to include oil and that's just blech.
