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.
I read this as telling him to next time explode his lung into blue confetti instead of just collapsing. Which is not a good plan.
Nooo not a good plan. Here's to Tim's continued recovery, and painkillers. Steph, I keep wanting to bake you something, but Philly >> Cincy. Where is the teleporter?
my family does not love asparagus or brussell sprouts as I do. It is tragedy.
I've been awake since 4:30. This is probably not the best way to go into 3 days of Javitts Center. I wish I could tell my brain that. Or anything else. brain has been marching to its own drummer of late. Grump. Hopefully I will not put my foot in my mouth too badly.
Jessica - I hope you win. Do buyers still write letters to the homeowner? We were in a bidding war and did something like that [holy crap how long ago now?] and the seller said it made a difference.
Right. I will be calm and not panic. ahahaha.
Do buyers still write letters to the homeowner? We were in a bidding war and did something like that [holy crap how long ago now?] and the seller said it made a difference.
Yeah, we did that with our first offer. Our broker says about half the time it helps and the other half it backfires, so we'll see!
Good luck, Jess! You too, Steph!
So the rescue people said Miss Hazel is 11, but I was looking through the vet records they sent along, and they say she is 13! She is awfully spry for an old lady, but it kind of makes me wonder how long we'll actually have.
I too was going to ask about letters, Jessica.
Oh man, Steph, it sounds like you've had a terrifying day. Hope Tim recovers super fast.
Our hot water heater died. So, I'm headed to the gym. I would have gone swimming anyway, I think, but forced to go is something different.
Lung-ma to Tim! Just in case, I do hope you've had them check for the plague, Teppy.
We are meeting with the architect this afternoon to work on plans for our renovation. This was spurred on by the fact that last Thursday morning, the DH called to tell me he was on the way to the ER with his uncle, who had fallen down our stairs. He fractured a vertebra, and will probably need some surgery. Time to get serious about widening the stairs and bringing them up to code, yo.
An hour later my mother called to tell me that my Dad was in the hospital with chest pain (eventually they ruled out another heart attack -- so, you can tell your Dad we don't this this was cardiac, Sox).
Oh no, Sparky! Your family needs some TLC.
I am feeling weirdly proud of myself for rejecting someone within 15 minutes of starting the phone screen. I hope I actually gave her good feedback -- she had applied for this job more or less at random, and there actually could be a better fit for her in the organization, just not in my department.
People, less hospitals.
Calm days to all.
I got pulled over on way to work. One taillight out, but I was so freaked out being pulled over and cod not find my insurance. No ticket.
Yikes, Sparky. Tons of ~ma all around.
Teppy, I hope that Tim is feeling better this morning and that his lung is doing what it is supposed to do.
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