She also refused to go up a metal ladder yesterday during tool training saying it was too wobbly and she was used to fiberglass.
This sounds like what someone says when they don't like ladders at all. If it had been fiberglass, she probably would have said she was used to metal.
Dance a jig in the kitchen.
Stand in the kitchen noisily eating noodles.
Bleargh. Spent half of last night engaging in coughing fits. Ryan has it too, though he's still in good spirits. As ways to end a birthday go, this is not cool.
The birthday itself was nice, though. Wallybee and I had lunch together (I got a Moroccan lamb deal with chickpea ragu and mint yoghurt), then to Mind Games to buy a pressie. My choice: [link] Then, I got to come home early. (Always good.) Final touch: WB baked a chocolate cake over the weekend. I have decreed it to be a birthday cake, and awesome.
My birthday also marked five years and three days since I asked WB to marry me. So that's nice. (She said yes.)
My birthday also marked five years and three days since I asked WB to marry me. So that's nice.
Aw, awesome! Sorry your birthday consisted of coughing, but sounds like your family's awesomeness more than makes up for it.
My birthday also marked five years and three days since I asked WB to marry me. So that's nice. (She said yes.)
And look at how fabulous things have been since then!
Also, happy birthday, bt!!
Barb had Scola! Fun!
(Ok, that sounds wither dirty or contagious. Or both. I meant "YAY!")
How can you work in reno and have ladder issues? WTF?
And look at how fabulous things have been since then!
Hee. I seem to recall mentioning something to that effect.
Happy Birthda-versery Billytea!
If it had been fiberglass, she probably would have said she was used to metal.
Point of Fact: San Francisco Fire Department is the only one in the U.S. which still uses wooden ladders. Indeed they have a special woodwright who maintains and fixes them.