Anyone know where my vacuum cleaner attachment is? It's foiling my brief impulse to clean.
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.
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.
Gah! Programmer on one of my projects just came to me because he needed managerial approval on something. Get out, get out, get out! I'm not a manager. Not even the PM. Just the business systems analyst.
So the reason I thought there were no new Natter posts today is I forgot to subscribe to the new thread. Oops.
NYC also has interest on the security deposit - I was shocked as HELL when I actually got it back on our first apt.
When I was renting in Evanston (as a student), the landlords were all pretty shady and so I just let the security deposit be the last month's rent. (Technically against the terms of the lease, but nobody ever complained.)
Hee, there's never no natter. Even when there's no Natter, there's natter.
Glad Grace's surgery went well.
Sorry to have caused everyone's tired day! If it helps, I didn't sleep any at all, damned period, until five. And I just woke up now. Sucks.
Yay for good optometry appointment. I'm so pleased you've done so well.
I never use those pockets. Well, unless you count in my winter coat, where I use all the pockets and look like the staypuft man, but have enough gear to survive winter camping.
The place I work in, but not for has made The Atlantic Blogs: [link]
These are old pics from nitrate negatives that were scanned last year. Several of them are by Nova Scotians who traveled the world, so they are from all over. They're hoping that they can use crowd-sourcing to identify people, places and ships in some of the pictures.
Sue, those are gorgeous.
Hope you and Grace are resting, Kat.
So glad the surgery went well, Kat.
One more of a thousand reasons to love jeans -- all the pockets!