Tep, do you know Spooky Daly Pride's Birthday Song [key lyric: today's my birthday and the cake is on fire]
I didn't, but now I'm going to check it out!
Appropriate and sufficient platage and utensils?
Oh, good call. If I bring disposables, then BiL and SiL (or their kids) don't have to wash any dishes.
Good things~ma, hippocampus!
Enjoy the lack of worries, Connie. I sometimes wish I had a house of my own, but every time something breaks (which isn't too terribly often), I'm relieved it's an issue for the landlord.
Knowing I'm in a professionally and continually maintained building is blissful.
That sounds delightful, Connie. Being able to let go of worry...
My mother's trying to get me to worry about the house, but I basically refuse? I figure, they took care of it for almost 40 years by basically dealing with shit as it came up, and I can do that.
I am puzzled by the fact that, in the new building, we share the floor with a pediatric practice, and yet the bathrooms lack a changing table. And it isn't that the practice has its own bathrooms (though it may) because I encounter clients with babies and kid in the bathroom all the time.
(And I suspect my getting sick factor just multiplied.)
Yep, that sure sounds like a lot of potential germs. Good luck.
Here's to developing a finely tuned immune system!
Test run of the new delivery service (I had them send me dinner too): pretty good. I got beef & butternut squash over pasta with arugula and pesto. Not too much packaging, and it heated up pretty well. Tasted a bit restauranty but the portion was reasonable in size. I'll give it a bit and then call Dad & see if he liked his, which was supposed to be a piece of salmon and some vegetables, I think.