I don't even buy things with those pockets. I hates them.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I never use those pockets. Actually, I'm not sure I own anything with those pockets, but I don't think I'd use them if I did.
Hey, good news! Our old landlord finally texted me just now to say he's mailed us our security deposit, after numerous phone calls/texts from M and me "reminding" him that he owed us the money. For those of you keeping track at home, we moved out over two months ago. Hopefully we never have to deal with this jackass again.
I bought a thing with that pocket because it's pretty, but I look at the pocket with confusion. There's no way it can practically be used in any aesthetically compliant fashion.
It puzzles, nay perplexes, me.
Oh, right, I have a foreign drug order to place. Forgot.
he's mailed us our security deposit, after numerous phone calls/texts from M and me "reminding" him that he owed us the money. For those of you keeping track at home, we moved out over two months ago.
Most places there's a time limit for landlords--if they don't give it back (or tell you why they aren't, like you destroyed the place) within X days, you can (a) get it all back even if they would've otherwise kept some and (b) take them to (small claims?) court. I know several friends where the "I will take you to court and win if you don't get it back to me in the next three days" has been very successful.
In Wisconsin, they even have to pay you interest on the deposit. Surprised the heck out of me the first time I got a deposit back like that!
Nilly! So good to see your font and hear about the cutie-pie sprog. No offense, ever.
Healing~ma for Grace, Kat.
Most places there's a time limit for landlords--if they don't give it back (or tell you why they aren't, like you destroyed the place) within X days, you can (a) get it all back even if they would've otherwise kept some and (b) take them to (small claims?) court. I know several friends where the "I will take you to court and win if you don't get it back to me in the next three days" has been very successful.
Yeah, we were starting to consider going that route. I'm glad that we don't have to now, though it would have been nice to have a way to get the whole amount back. (The lease says that he automatically keeps 50% of our deposit as a "nonrefundable pet deposit.")
In Wisconsin, they even have to pay you interest on the deposit. Surprised the heck out of me the first time I got a deposit back like that!
Gee, that would be nice! But at this point I'm prepared to just cut our losses and take whatever he gives us, unless it's something like half of what it should be. I'm so sick of dealing with him and don't have the time or energy to sue anybody.
Anyone know where my vacuum cleaner attachment is? It's foiling my brief impulse to clean.
Anyone know where my vacuum cleaner attachment is? It's foiling my brief impulse to clean.
Mr. Peabody hid it.
I'm wearing a pink polo shirt today, does that count?
Yay for a good surgery for Grace.
And Illinois also requires interest on security deposits, which is a nice bonus.
Just got back from my eye doctor, whom I hadn't seen in nearly two years. Got a great stunned-look reaction to my weight loss from both the assistant and the doctor (ass't gave me a big hug in congrats, and the doctor kept going on about how great this is for my long-term health, etc.). The doctor also pointed out that I can no longer use my cheeks to keep my frames in place, and so I have to make sure that the frames fit perfectly. We went through their entire inventory to find a few that fit my really narrow nose bridge that weren't fully-metal frames (not what I wanted or could use with my thicker lenses--my eyesight has improved some and I use the ultrathin material, but my left lens is particularly thick even so). The ones I picked out are really cute, retro (not quite cat's eye, but heading in that direction) in gold-brown, something I've never had before.
Mr. Peabody hid it.
He does hate the vacuum.