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?

On Monday, Grace saw her new pulmonary doc who promptly discontinued one med and backed off the frequency of the other. I am supportive of this except... last night she had some minor respiratory distress and was up in the middle of the night and needed 2-3 times as much suctioning as she does normally.

In fact, when I woke her up to do her breathing treatment she was so upset and angry and she asked to go back to bed. I added the med she had been DC'ed on, called the nurse and gave her the treatment then put her back in bed. Then she woke an hour later on her own and was her usual cheery self.

Maybe weaning her meds down is premature. Or maybe she has a cold.