You know, after I typed it, I googled it to see if it was a term Tim made up. [link] It's also called a roof ladder; it's a specialty ladder with wheels that's angled to lay across a roof and hook over the peak so that a roofer can use the ladder on a steep roof. (The wheels just make it easy to push the ladder up the roof; without wheels, the ladder could rip shingles off.)
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But the one he made doesn't look like this one; it's wooden, and uses the aforementioned rollerblade wheels, but it worked great. (I disremember why he needed to get up on the roof, but the pitch is steep and a chicken ladder makes it safer to keep your footing.)
It's not uncommon for people to wear a size longer in their 50s than their 20s.
Mine got smaller and my arch got higher. Explain that.
All other women with bigger feet attribute it to pregnancy, but I just got fat and went from a 7.5 to an 8.5.
I still grieve the perfect red wool crew neck sweater that I got rid of and would have been perfect for about 5 shows I have worked on. Now I just bring that stuff to the costume shop. But the rest of my clutter garbage is killing me. And I have sink Lutherans.
I have also fallen in love with this kitty. [link] He has eyebrows and a beautiful tail. I cannot have another kitty.
I save my eBay boxes and envelopes, but at least I can say I do reuse them. Because I do do a fair bit of eBaying.
I save my eBay boxes and envelopes, but at least I can say I do reuse them. Because I do do a fair bit of eBaying.
Oh, I'm only critical of him because in the 7 years I've lived with him, he's sold like ONE item on eBay. The amount of boxes in the office (firehazarddeathtrap) would have you believe he has a thriving eBay business.
The clutter in our house is almost entirely mine. What clutter TCG has is in the basement where no one but him sees it. I do not save boxes though, unles I have an immediate use for them.
I have boxes and good intentions.
After I proclaimed my faith in the microwave pressure cooker I had a feeling that this would be the time it exploded, but it did not! And now I have chili. Nom.
My clutter is all mine. It does not have any reason for being or excuses, it just is.
