Went outside again. Sure enough, still fucking hot.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I did not fall down. I sweated a lot, and I'll probably pay for the whole thing tomorrow, but that was my last big thing on the schedule before baby.
Final (?) coup de grace on the freezer meal saga. DH forwarded me the emails from his mom. They aren't even things she's used and likes. There's a link of a set of recipes she found and one that someone she knows made for a new mom. Both are on the first page of google results.
Well, that's fairly helpful!
The movers are coming today to move my stuff to the new house. Yay, new house! (Also, eek, strangers touching my stuff! I have issues.)
Very exciting, Hil! Yeah, I get the people touching stuff, but the alternative of moving every damn thing yourself is really far worse.
Loved the lift video! Very cool.
I have a feeling I'll end up getting rid of a lot of stuff as I'm unpacking boxes. I guess that moving is kind of forcing Marie Kondo's method, where you put everything into a big pile and then pick up each thing individually and decide if you want to keep it.
I remember the first time I was in a financial position to hire movers, and it turns out that strangers touching my stuff is AWESOME.
Well, one of the movers just packed all my obviously religious stuff, then asked if it was "authentic, from Europe," and I said yes, my grandmother's family brought the menorah over from Germany, and now he's all, "Oh, your family is from Germany? So is mine!" and it's all kinds of weird.
Don't forget how saying Goodbye to your obnoxious landlord forever will be Forking Great!