Agreed. Definitely sucks.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
Yeah. Fuck death.
Are there multiple sizes of twin-size mattresses?
Yes, I'm pretty sure there's a regular and a long
In my experience this phenomenon only gets worse.
I can see that already up ahead. Even now, there's the "let's make a plan to see each other before the next funeral" - I've said that too many times
It's amazing what even basic vacuuming will do for a room.
Ha ha - truth
See also: mopping, dusting
I keep failing to learn that lesson. I am a slattern.
I'm sorry to hear about Frankenbuddha. I never met him in person, but I was always happy to see his pixels on the board.
It's amazing what even basic vacuuming will do for a room.
I would give up a long list of items before my cleaning person. Every week when she thanks me as she leaves I try and express to her that I am the grateful one. I just suck at doing it myself. Whenever we talk about cutting back or budgeting the notion of stopping that just can't be considered.
I would give up a long list of items before my cleaning person. Every week when she thanks me as she leaves I try and express to her that I am the grateful one. I just suck at doing it myself. Whenever we talk about cutting back or budgeting the notion of stopping that just can't be considered.
Yep.
I guess I only met Frank at the Atlanta F2F. Seems like I saw him more than that. Had lots of good talks with him here, certainly. It's one thing to not see someone for s while and not now when you might again but altogether worse to know you won't again. Very sad.
I have had enough of my friends dying, can that just stop please?
I think I have seen sheets labeled as extra deep, but they might just all be now. I e struggled to put on fitted sheets that are just skoch too small (probably because they shrank) and I'll take the too big.
BTW, I went to a vinyasa yoga class this morning which kicked my ass BUT I have not been dizzy since. So that's nice.
It's taken me a long time to realize that my time and effort are worth money, especially when it comes to getting things delivered. It is not a moral victory to inflict pain on myself hauling heavy groceries up the stairs. And as much as my FauxSon wants to help me, I hate making him carve out time and effort in his own stressful life to haul things for me.
Is it bourgeois of me to comfort myself with the idea that I'm giving work to the people who deliver things? It feels so damned pretentious.