Be careful, NOLA persons. The photos I'm seeing of the flooding is scary.
'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Beasts of the Southern Wild.
EEEEEE!!!!! I'm planning on seeing that tomorrow. I cannot wait.
omnis, two suggestions for sliding doors. Is there enough hollow wall space (no electrics, no plumbing) to install pocket doors? That's what we'd planned to do in our old place, but we couldn't re-route the electrics. Instead, we were thinking of installing a barn door. The only drawback there is leaving enough wall space free of furniture or hanging wall art.
I love me some pocket doors! I'm going to try and do that for the bathroom (the current door opens with the toilet behind it. If we reverse it, then the door will block the light switch, so I'm thinking pocket door! Or maybe barn door, as they are about the same thing, only one is in the wall, and one is exterior to the wall). Sadly, can not for the closet. It's the whole wall. So the pocket door would block the bedroom door on one side (and go into the living room) and go out the wall on the other.
Oh, and got email today. They are knocking out parts of the stucco and drywall around the hole to see the problem, so they can get a better sense of it, and have an estimate by end of today or Monday. Heading to new place now. Curious to see what was done.
t ranty rant
OMG MOTHER IN LAW. I am so tired of her negative shit on my FB page. She is about 6 keystrokes away from getting fucking blocked. I know I shouldn't let her bother me seeing as I should be used to it, but I'm just tired of her know it all righteousness bullshit.
Hopefully, I told her off but good this time. Damn that woman raises my blood pressure.
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I admit I was confused with the horror of going to the art fair as if it was on par with, I dunno, Bourbon Street. Or a poison factory!
*sniff*
Thanks, ya'll. I appreciate you all so very much.
Being a Townie during art fair creates all sorts of horrid inconviences in trying to accomplish anything in town during art fair. It's like Sundance in SLC - you can't get anywhere, traffic is horrible, and you can't get anywhere downtown.
And really, this was the straw. I'm tired of her making negative, critical comments on everything. Em looked great on her horse last weekend and rode like a champ. What does MIL say? "Tell her to keep her feet in the stirrups." She goes off on my dog, she calls my prof sadistic, me crazy for going down there, and and and. I'm just tired of her. Bone tired.
But ya'll? Ya'll make it so much better.
Aims, don't feed the energy creature. Sounds like you had fun!
We had a blast and you are right. I forgot the first rule of trolls.
Aims, your MIL sounds like my grandmother. There wasn't a rainbow she couldn't piss on. She could find something negative to say about anything. Anything that OTHER people liked, that is.
I want ice cream and I don't have any. I'm gonna start a specialty delivery service that only delivers ice cream, chocolate, and mac-and-cheese. Comfort Food on Wheels. 24/7, we're there for you. No frozen yogurt, no 100-calorie snacks, no organic pasta. Straight-up no-excuses comfort food. No surcharge. Tip your driver.