I'm always having issues with veggies freezing because I like my water super cold. It's a trade off.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
One kitten got her claws in the extendable duster and I dragged her across the kitchen like a cat mop.
Vlad thinks the Swiffer is his mortal enemy, and chases it. Of course, he also thinks the kitchen chairs are his mortal enemies.
I swear to god, the trash guys are trying to lose my trash an lid. Just saw one wrench it from its tiedown and toss it into the middle of the alley
A benefit I hadn't thought of of our new city-provided trash cans!
A benefit I hadn't thought of of our new city-provided trash cans!
I love our city-provided trash cans, because they're roll-y carts, which makes them much easier to take out/bring in (I either dragged the old ones, which eventually destroyed the bottoms, or carried them, which wasn't that great on my back). (Now that I work from home, I have become the de facto trash cart taker-outer/bringer-in-er. At least for the non-snowy months.)
Oh yeah, the rolliness is the benefit I did know.
It's so hard to replace blown away trash can lids. Unless somebody else's blows into your yard.
I went out on an early-morning expedition to get Chumley's prescription cat food, which I have to swing by the vet's to get. Did he prefer the chicken or tuna flavor, the vet tech asked me. "He likes food," I said, quite truthfully.
It's a long time since I had to come up with my own trash can.
"Ask yourself the three things you must always ask yourself before you say anything. 1) Does this need to be said? 2) Does this need to be said by me? 3) “Does this need to be said by me now?"
This is what I spend the majority of my time at work thinking. And I so rarely know the correct answer.
Shadow won't eat his prescription cat food. I put it in his bowl and he gives me the look of "Daddy just fed me the yummy treats and the gooshy food." And I tell him, "Don't play that card, kid, Daddy bought two bags of this stuff for you."
Vlad thinks the Swiffer is his mortal enemy, and chases it. Of course, he also thinks the kitchen chairs are his mortal enemies.
My friend's basset hound Chopper has learned how to turn on the Roomba just so he can chase it around and bark at it.