Aside from having to retrieve a pot from the far lands of the Bottom Corner of the Cabinets, I haven't been particularly put out. This event has revealed giant, gaping holes in the county's communications abilities, and I've been amused at watching the county flail about online. After going hours not telling residents anything about why they might have no or little water, which led to the kind of backlash you might expect, the county is tweeting its little heart out and busily updating its Facebook page, which it created YESTERDAY. Oops.

Admittedly, a lot of people have been busy getting indicted or watching the trial of the county CEO, who was just convicted of shaking down companies for campaign donations before they could do business with the county. He seemed like such a nice guy, too. Much nicer than the previously indicted CEO.

(To be fair, county employees do some things really well. It is, for example, almost spooky how efficient the DMV is. We just need a better class of elected officials.)

I kind of love Beverly's answer although I would never have the ovaries to do it.

I love that she's an honorable enough person to then actually go away for the weekend!

Man, if someone shows up unexpected for an overnight visit, I am not entirely sure there'd be a clear path to the guest bedroom, let alone laundered linens.

So I went outside to try to deal with the horehound, and additionally found about a million goathead sprouts. I'm sure there is a more efficient way to deal with them than me plucking them singly, but there is no way in hell I am letting them get any kind of foothold. The horehound is bad enough, all sticky and poky, but the goatheads are horrible spikes of unexpected doom and must not be suffered to live.

I think it's going to call for more artillery than I have currently to hand, though.

Horehound you can at least make into cough syrup. We have goatheads here, too, and they are bad news. Good luck to you, Liese.

I'm still finding goat heads from my week in NM. And that was just from walks in the desert, my parents keep them in check in the yard (this involves a burn barrel at the back of the yard.)

Think I'm going to try to goodwill some boxes of clothes. But this means I need to go through them. But first check if the goodwill/savers donations are open tomorrow.

I fortunately do not have them in my yard. Ugh.

Dammit, this flan is still not flanified! I give up. it eats fine out of the jar.

Two boxes in car, one bag of gently worn bras from when my weight was dropping. Now, savers or goodwill? Savers has some transparency critiques laid against it, but they recycle what they can't sell. Goodwill, I don't know. Both are on the same street, so.

And I can go to Harbor Freight!

Man, if someone shows up unexpected for an overnight visit, I am not entirely sure there'd be a clear path to the guest bedroom, let alone laundered linens.

We always have couches and clean blankets, but I'll be honest: there's a list of about 8 people who could get away with turning up on our doorstep for an overnight stay, and at least half of them are Buffistas.

My list is like Jilli's. Other half are my neighborfriends. I actually have a standing invite if something horrid happens at their house, use their keys to mine. Even if it freaks me out a bit initially. God knows I've benefited from the same. Oh, and it extends to Karen, who moved to NC. I told her to keep the key. And she's used it.

Dang, I miss her. Of all my friends on the block, she and I were closest. We still are, but just not in proximity and no more running into each other on the street and catching up. Or late phone calls, now that she's living with a boy. Mmmph.

hand to god, the grandmother of one of mac's friends said to me, "well he's not (whispers) black, he's mac." oh sweet lady, you may have meant that well, but no, mac is black and yes he and I have to talk about all that means when he goes out to the park with your grandson in case dumbass bigots come around. bless her everloving simple little heart. not my people.