Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
real question: i got a piece of mail today addressed to the former owners of my house, from the city, that is clearly about the sewer issue relevant to my house(i'm on a party line, the neighbor needs to disconnect and make their own sewer line, then i have to have my sewer line rebuilt, all within a certain time frame...) Obviously the city hasn't bothered to update the current homeowners name, which is dumb since the whole sewer issue wouldn't exist if the home hadn't been sold.
Essentially, the contents of the letter are intended for me, but it is not addressed to me. I'm not sure if i should return it as "recipient no longer lives here, please forward" or open it to find out if i actually need to do anything about this whole sewer issue which is 100% my problem and not the former owners. But i don't want to break any law by opening mail not addressed to me, especially since if action is required it would be obvious that i did. Gah.
Aw thanks guys, for the congrats. meara, it sold last October, so the fact that it's going to be out just a little over a year later is pretty mind-boggling and I'm still doing the Myposian Dance of Joy.
And yeah, it's fairly terrifying, but the Cookbook Wall has been considerably thinned out-- if anyone's interested, I can break down the organization and give an idea of the types of books I have (or perhaps that's just me being a giant geek, but I figured I'd offer...) I cannot WAIT to invite people over so they can peruse in person and I can cook!
Vortex, sending hugs and a comforting hot toddy-- at the very least, it had to be unsettling.
And askye, take care of you-- it's going to take time.
Askye, I'm glad you made it through your workday, that you're both feeling and focusing better, and that your course of IVABX is done, hopefully the infection is history.
Ginger, I hope by the time you see this your jaw is feeling much better.
My eyes are what John D. MacDonald called "spit-colored eyes", sort of a colorless grey.
erin, maybe you could call the city sewer department (or whatever it's called) and ask them about the letter and explain why you are reluctant to open it. That way, if it IS meant for you, they can send you a new copy.
I would also be sure to get the name of whoever you speak to, and ask that the time, day you called be noted down in case anyone gets on your tail later about a deadline you didn't get to hear about in time.
I'm being very productive, trying to avoid studying for the test I have in two days. Previously: TV with the Dog and my Dad. Next: baking and sewing. After that: an ep of Blackadder and the weekend's papers.
But the headache I had for 20 hours is now gone, hooray!
Barb, I LOVED the Wall of Books.
{{Vortex}} and some snuggling, too.
erin, I would open the letter and if it is something the old owners really need, put it in a new envelope with a very nice note that says, "oops! I made a mistake and thought this was for me."
The baby has transferred her baby germs to both my DH and me. Ah-choo.
Oh my god, the Indian food was SO GOOD. I had a little of both the matar paneer and the aloo saag. I can't decide which one I like better, so I think they should always be combined. And the garlic naan must have crack in it.
Was it the place I went to?
The place that interpreted "no cilantro" as "please give me ALL THE CILANTRO IN YOUR KITCHEN"? No -- this is a new(ish) place.
The place that interpreted "no cilantro" as "please give me ALL THE CILANTRO IN YOUR KITCHEN"?
Hee. That would be the one.
Having a crazy few days. Today: bought an outfit for confirmation (Shir, I went with a skirt like you suggested! It's blue!), worked on PhD application stuff, am currently nursing The Girl through a migraine, my mother is on her way to stay here overnight and we're going out for dinner. Tomorrow: confirmation rehearsal, entertaining my mother, buying a scarf (need to cover up my tummy in the new outfit), getting my mother out of the door before my father and not-stepmother arrive to stay over and take us out for dinner. Sunday: collecting my grandmother from the suburbs, confirmation, taking everyone out for lunch (we are going to run out of restaurants). Then sleep.
