The dishwasher is actually silver, not green. Much better.
Jenny ,'Bring On The Night'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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The stainless steel appliances come with a sticky film protecing them, Hil.
Also, Installation Guy is a jackass who deserves no tip.
(((Aims))) I hope you are feeling better.
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One of cats will eat tie line, shoe straps, elastic hairbands...
Yikes, that can get expensive. One of my cats once ate 40 inches of 1/4" ribbon. Thankfully, they were able to clip most of it and surgery was not required for the rest.
My other cat likes to chew on cardboard, paper, metal, elastic, plastic, etc. Sometimes I'll put her food out for her and 30 seconds later find her chewing on some non-food substance. Her favorite is chewing on plastic bags at 2 in the morning.
Am I supposed to tip the dishwasher guy, if it's my landlord paying for it?
not after he commented on your apartment. eff him.
A friend had a cat who loved cantaloupe so much that she was finally driven to cut the cat his own piece, so she could eat hers in peace. I was blanching zucchini for freezing once and had it spread out on cookie sheets. I found my cat, who was normally suspicious of anything that wasn't dry cat food, on the counter frantically eating zucchini.
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Dear, what's going on?
My cat likes playing with rubber and plastic things, but so far he's refrained from eating them. It means that a new bunch of celery or broccoli = good times, though. I'll shoot the rubber band into the air, and Leifur will spend the next half hour or so attacking it and flinging it into the air. Eventually the rubber band disappears, but it's the cheapest of cheap thrills.
Leifur will take a lick or two of dairy things (butter, cream, cheese), but otherwise he just eats kibble and meat.
Aims, I hope you're feeling better now.
Thanks, guys. I really don't know what's going on with me. I mean, I *do*, I just can't seem to verbalize it. I feel kind of like I'm right on the verge of a panic or anxiety attack, but nothing concrete enough to really leave work. Maybe I've just been holding too much in over the past months and need to have myself a nice, long cry and emotion dump. Sadly, I never seem to be able to accomplish one of those without getting really drunk (as a few of our Bitches can attest to).
Or, I need to suck it up and be an adult. One of those.