Steph glad Urgent care helped and I'm sorry your regular doc failed you this time.
Will came over and we cleaned and packed. And honestly the kitchen was really really messy and I'm both excited to be moving and completely unmotivated to do anything about packing.
However, I decided to get rid of my dishes. I don't like them any more and I'm missing bits and pieces here so I think I might go to TJ Maxx and buy a couple of plates and bowls until I find a set I really like. Tomorrow night should be my last night sleeping in this apartment.
(x-posting with Sunnydale Press because I am not certain everyone checks that thread.)
It's time to help Ginger kick some cancer ass. And also some mice ass. And get a new dishwasher if she wants it. And also treats for Mr. Peabody. Let's spread it all over the internet and help one of our own who has never asked for help. Even if you can't help right now, could you please share the page on your own Facebook? Thank you!
(I asked and received Ginger's permission to set this up. I have co-conspirators who can out themselves if they wanna.)
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Thanks for setting this up, java!
It's a lot easier to do it this way than to keep sending out emails with updates of $ raised. Plus it's super fun to watch the dollars build up. If only Mr. Peabody knew how many treats he'd be getting!
Thank you so much for setting that up, java. That's an awesome site.
That's an awesome site.
It is! I looked at a lot of similar sites before choosing this one. Glad you like it.
That site is awesome! What a wonderful thing to do!!
Your Miracleborn Family Adventure Laugh for the day: We were moving a couple of loads over to the new house today. We primarily took over items meant for the attic. We put the light up there and Joe got up there for me to start handing him bins. He went to put a bin toward the back, slipped off the plywood floor, and crashed. I went into the living room, and sure enough - we were part of a sitcom. His leg dangling through the living room ceiling.
Five minutes in the new house and we broke it.
After his creative litany of swearing, we got the mess cleaned up, finished loading up the attic and continued on our merry way. I think it shows a lot of growth in our relationship in that *I* didn't get supremely pissed and he didn't get ridiculously angry. I made sure he was okay and then we started laughing. It was kind of awesome, though also now we have t fix the ceiling and pay for it.
I had the chore of calling the landlord - since I know him - and he proceeded to laugh his butt off through my abject apologies. All in all, it turned out okay.
