Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
Snerk.
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Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
Snerk.
Or not with Nora. But with other neighborhood peeps. Get better, Nora!
I'm sooooo sorry, smonster, I really do want to go to the parade, but I feel like ass on toast. And I have to go to work tomorrow and Tuesday, ugh. (job interviews scheduled)
I got up at 7 on a Sunday, Straighted a little, did some stuff, then took a nap.
I have laundry in, and I need to strip and wash the sheets and such, go to the store, clean out the cat box and work on some projects for clients: a nice mix of copyediting an erotic romance short, a resume and an interview.
Then The Walking Dead is back on tonight -- woo!
No worries, Nora. Rest up for Wednesday.
I'm back from King Arthur. Fun. I think I need a crazy wig and glasses - my pink feather boa just isn't cutting it for getting the good throws. But really, I get plenty. Just saw on NOLA Info that they arrested a teen with a gun who was standing RIGHT where we were last night. Yikes.
Okay, now to walk the dog, maybe call my parents, maybe fold some clothes... I'm hoping to see StW tonight but it depends on how bad he's feeling and whether he gets his work done.
Congratulations, sj!
Happy Birthday to both Pix and MFMlaw.
Urrgh. My parents just sent my sister and me an email expressing concern about our smoking and offering to pay for smoking cessation supplies. I'm not mad at them, it was tactfully done, but I was supposed to call home today and now... I don't wanna.
That's great they accepted your offer, sj! If you can go with the home inspector on the inspection, do it! It's a great way to learn about how the house works.
Awww, nice to have the parental love going on, smonster. One of my non-negotiable rules with my son is that he can not stay in my house if he is smoking, anywhere, anytime, and people will rat him out. It is just that important to me. I spent his toddler years holding a nebulizer to his face and both his grandfathers, and 2 of his great grandparents died from lung disease. It is really important to me to get him to stop before it is more difficult. At this point all I can do to impress him with my determination is to cut off the roof over his head and pizza in his belly. I'm pretty sure it is working. He is a hugger and I haven't smelled it on him.
Yes, I can be a real mama-bear.
That's great they accepted your offer, sj! If you can go with the home inspector on the inspection, do it! It's a great way to learn about how the house works.
We'll both be at the home inspection as will our real estate agent. The house buying book we're reading said that if the home inspector doesn't want you there, don't go with that home inspector. We definitely need advice about the boiler, etc. We've never had to deal with that kind of thing.
The good news is the current owners use about a 1/4 of the oil per year that we use in this drafty apartment, so yay savings! It will practically pay for the taxes.