WTF? Not okay.

Yeah, that's uncool on a very large scale. I don't get how so many people are not only inappropriate, but *revel* in their inappropriateness as though it is the bomb-goddamn-diggety.

Tell him the next time he does this, you're hiding all his pretty clothes until he learns his lesson. BRING THE PAIN!

"Buddy, you are wearing sweatpants and a baggy Minnesota Vikings jersey until you put the damn plate in the sink that is 2 steps away from the stove. I mean it. Sweatpants! Now!"

(He has so many pretty clothes that it would require a black hole to hide them all. For real. I'm pretty sure he has more lady clothes than dude clothes, because when it comes to dude clothes, he is 110% indifferent, so he only needs 1 pair of jeans and 4 t-shirts [one of which is from 1983 (for real)].)

Oh good grief, msbelle. I mean, I guess better she mentioned it than you got blindsided with it later? But still.

I am not wanting to do the bits of my job I need to do (it's starting to actually kick in, the whole "that's MY responsibility" part). Eek.

I have weird systems for half-used things (clothes, plates) that I want to use/wear again, but don't want to put away with the clean things.

I am old enough that I feel I should've figured out a system for clothes that are not dirty but are not clean either. And yet I haven't, other than "look the jeans I was wearing yesterday are on the floor! I will wear them again!" Of course, these days the problem is, my jeans in one size, once I've worn them a few hours, are too big and fall way down my hips like I"m trying to sag pants and show underwear. But the jeans I have a size smaller than those are all too small and if I'm sitting make me feel like I'm being squeezed to death. Grrr!

Much ~ma continuing your way, msbelle.

We were all supposed to be on our way to London, but K started to cry about pain in her ears in the middle of the night and she has been grounded, so she and I are staying behind. To make it a little more onerous, I had to call half a dozen pharmacies before I found one with the prescription she needs. Heavy sigh, etc., etc., etc.

oh no, Sparky.

Poor K and you, Sparky!

And a big round of WTF to coworkers of both msbelle and Sophia.

Because an interfering coworker is just what you needed, msbelle. @@

I have hooks on the inside of my closet door for clothes clean enough to wear again. I wear my work shirts more than once, but I hang them on the closet doorknob to avoid contamination. But then, if I leave clothes on the floor Bella may pee on them.

And Sparky, that's just so unfair. I know you were looking forward to this trip.

Poor K and poor mom. Earache in lieu of London seems to be rather sucky.

I start interviewing realtors today. I have not decided whether to rent the house or sell it.

Any advice from the thread regarding what to ask realtors?