Seska, yes. We're looking to leave the world of renting behind.
Actually not needing validation right now, but thank you.
Buffy ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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sj - Dec 11, 2011 11:37:16 am PST #4050 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ginger - Dec 11, 2011 11:38:57 am PST #4051 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
They pretty much did everything written here:
I love how medicine comes up with a name like Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss (SSHL), which sounds all serious and medical and means "we don't know why the fuck you lost the hearing in one ear."
I'm dealing with two knee-high dogs, one semi-feral and one who feels he must enforce dog-people hierarchy. This means a constant swirl of dogs around my feet as Mr Peabody tries to make sure I go first, he goes second and Lazarus goes last.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Dec 11, 2011 11:53:04 am PST #4052 of 30001
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Ah yes, medical terms that do nothing more than state the obvious. Like fibromyalgia, which my rheumatologist was delighted to tell me meant 'painful muscles'.
Good luck with the house-search, sj! I remember from last year how tiring it is, but we've loved having our own place. Especially since it meant we could get the kitties.
Deena - Dec 11, 2011 12:12:54 pm PST #4053 of 30001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Mr Peabody tries to make sure I go first, he goes second and Lazarus goes last.
Why do I find that funny? Especially with an ouchy rib, it should not be funny. Can't stop grinning at it. Hil, sorry your ribs are ouchy.
Headache still mostly gone. Yay!
I'm nodding too, jealous of the fencing watching. Tired like whoa from a "quick" run to the corner store for groceries for the next few days so Greg doesn't have to take the bus to get them tomorrow.
I think there was more, but I forgot it.
Liese S. - Dec 11, 2011 12:32:09 pm PST #4054 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, that's probably a good hierarchy. Seabiscuit believes the through-the-door hierarchy goes, Dave, Seabiscuit, me. It's possible this is because I still say, "Excuse me" to the dog. It's not my fault! I was raised to be polite!
Ginger - Dec 11, 2011 1:06:49 pm PST #4055 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Why do I find that funny?
It is funny, although we sometimes come to a dead halt in the narrow hall.
I say "excuse me" to the dog. Sometimes I absentmindedly say "excuse me" to furniture.
sj - Dec 11, 2011 2:13:54 pm PST #4056 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Good luck with the house-search, sj! I remember from last year how tiring it is, but we've loved having our own place. Especially since it meant we could get the kitties.
Thank you, Seska.
{{{Pix}}} I'm so sorry about Byron.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 11, 2011 2:17:09 pm PST #4057 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
My thoughts are with you and Byron, Pix. What a wonderful gift to each other you both have been.
beekaytee - Dec 11, 2011 2:21:00 pm PST #4058 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant
Bless your heart, Pix. Thank you for giving Byron such a great life and for doing right by him even when it hurts. Soothing transition ~ma to the House of Design and all who dwell there.
Zenkitty - Dec 11, 2011 2:31:24 pm PST #4059 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I'm so sorry you're losing Byron, Pix.
a constant swirl of dogs around my feet
I'm sure this is annoying as all get-out, but it's a delightful image!