Yeah. Because, see, that's the replacement cost for the school. The laptop *I* have is apparently irrelevant.

Seriously.

Pix, that really sucks.

It looks like there was an actual tornado in Springfield.

I took a look at my silverware drawer (which contains no actual silver, so far as I know) to suss out my chopstick storage arrangement. I have two of those divided cutlery holder things, one for my good set of flatware and one for the mismatched riffraff that I have randomly collected over the years (but that I will not get rid of, because if I did I would run out of spoons that much faster (literal spoons, to be clear)). I lump together the salad forks and dinner forks of the mismatched riffraff, which frees up a section to fill with chopsticks.

The one unfinished wooden chopstick that somehow doesn't have a mate lives next to the electric kettle so it can serve its purpose of stirring proto-coffee in the french press. For a while there we were going through two spoons every time DH made coffee because he'd use one to stir the pot and then need a fresh one for the sugar because sticking a wet spoon into the sugar bowl would just be wrong, so the lone chopstick helped a lot with that. I also know that if a spoon is left there (on the hot beverage center, as I like to think of it), it can be used on a second cup of coffee, maybe even in a cup of tea.

Stay safe, TCG.

Eta: that is ridiculous, Pix.

Okay, wow, the ass-chapeau that mr. business director is wearing is quite impressive.

TCG is home. We're still under a warning.

I feel your pain, pix. You may recall the saga of the wrong meds? Well, it turns out that the doctor read the notes of my call, and decided to change my prescription to something stronger to take care of the problem. So, good for him for trying to take care of his patient, BUT no one talked to me, so when I went to pick it up, I thought that I'd been given the wrong meds AGAIN. Ugh. And now they're telling me to just take the new meds. Um, in the middle of a cycle? What good is that going to do?

Update: Apparently Grandma wanted my cousin to have alllllll the rings as well. I told my mom that I suddenly remembered that Grandma wanted me to have the hope chest.

I'm naked. And I'm not coming out of my room for as long as possible. Staying in here defiantly naked. Ha.

Fight the power, Nora!

I am disappointed--last week I ordered a bunch of shoes online, which I rarely do...and now I remember why. After waiting over a week for them, anxiously, they got here and the one pair I really like doesn't fit, and the two pair I was counting on (my basic summer sandals--same pair in black and brown) is NOT just like the pair I already have, but instead weird and plasticky and uncomfortable, and don't feel good on my feet at all (plus one pair fits better than the other, WTF?). I think I'll have to send them all back, and start my shoe-shopping again! GRR.

That sucks meara. I can buy Converse through the mail. Everything else I have to try on.