'Safe'
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.
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, our taxes are not done.
Oh dear. You don't need my permission to Hulk Smash, but you have it anyway.
My 11am apparently is cancelled because we're having it on Thursday instead. Normally I'd be happy to get the time back, but that means I have to handle my inbox now.
Dana, I cannot imagine the stress you're under right now.
We'll ultimately be fine, it just means that today is going to continue to suck. At least I'm no longer as miserably sick as I was this weekend.
I think working in the library would be worse, though.
Nah, other people's problems, while sometimes tedious, are never as stressful as your own problems. (Anybody who gets seriously affected by other people's problems doesn't last long in public service.)
In this week's househunting melodrama news, we have decided to go for added excitement by considering a foreclosed property in need of serious renovation work! Which means stuff like getting a contractor to come see it with us, and various unusual loan types. [link]
The super-fugly stonework is even beginning to grow on me.
Last night I dreamed that I gave my umbrella to the Mark Gatiss version of Mycroft for safe keeping. In return he asked me to transport a lamp to a store at the mall. Most of the dream was of me wandering about the mall, carrying a lamp, in search of the store, occasionally getting rained on. The rain part was understandable--we had some big thunderstorms roll through last night.
we have decided to go for added excitement by considering a foreclosed property in need of serious renovation work!
That's a great street, though. It's right across Ludlow from the street I lived on when I lived in the apartment complex (which I'm pretty sure you visited). I used to take walks there all the time because I liked the houses.
Flea, that house makes me think of Property Brothers. :)
Happily because it's Fannie Mae it can only be bought by an owner-occupier, so no commercial flippers. Unhappily, apparently other people are also looking at it. (So far, every house we've seriously considered making an offer on has gone under contract within 3 days. All but one, on the same day we saw it.)
I dream of extra rooms, and having to finish classes, and transportation woes. The college ones are especially frustrating because my dream self is going "I'm 53 years old! I graduated over 30 years ago! You can't do this to me!"
The houses I find myself living in are almost always dives, because for a long time that's all Hubby and I could afford to live in. One house had an entire lower floor we didn't know about that was the epitome of fashionable 70s decor--blue shag carpeting, mirror walls, flocked wall paper. Our friends were horrified, but we were going "It's in terrific condition! There are two kitchens! Look at the bathrooms! Plural!" Hubby and I are very easy to please, residentially speaking.