Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that.

Mal ,'Serenity'


Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess  

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.


Connie Neil - Apr 20, 2019 8:16:31 pm PDT #7088 of 30019
brillig

Now that I've moved ten miles north of where I was, I'm in range of delivered Indian food. Chicken korma and naan for dinner in my own home. So yum.


-t - Apr 20, 2019 8:19:14 pm PDT #7089 of 30019
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I was behind a car with the license plate POO * EOR today and that was awesome.

I'm so glad I have nothing to do tomorrow but mow the lawn. And if I don't mow the lawn it's not the end of the world, I can do it Monday.

Made $40 bellydancing tonight. Crazy.


meara - Apr 20, 2019 10:03:02 pm PDT #7090 of 30019

Food delivery is awesome. Also making money on belly dancing is awesome!

Jesse, we keep telling mom we will just roll a dumpster up. We kind of did last summer—you can get these like, ikea-bag type things that are dumpster size and then you call to get them picked up. But yeah, 35 years in a four bedroom house...and my parents are packrats...


meara - Apr 20, 2019 10:03:57 pm PDT #7091 of 30019

Also I went out dancing and got a little drunk and was convinced after pizza to dance at a second place and now I'm in a lot of pain owwww. Time for an ice pack on my ankle. And painkiller. But fun times.


Laura - Apr 21, 2019 3:40:23 am PDT #7092 of 30019
Our wings are not tired.

Happy Easter to my Buffista Peeps!


Steph L. - Apr 21, 2019 5:43:58 am PDT #7093 of 30019
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Happy Easter! There were no Easter baskets waiting for us when we got up*, so I can only assume that Murderbiscuit ate the Easter Bunny when he showed up.

*(We stopped doing Easter baskets for each other because we both have been cutting WAY back on sugar [for different reasons], and both of us believe that an Easter basket should be candy or nothing, so...nothing.)

Jesse, we keep telling mom we will just roll a dumpster up. We kind of did last summer—you can get these like, ikea-bag type things that are dumpster size and then you call to get them picked up. But yeah, 35 years in a four bedroom house...and my parents are packrats...

There are 3 areas in our house that are just about worthy of being on the Hoarders TV show: the extra bedroom, the attic, and the basement. We probably need to get the basement treated for mold, so we're going to have the 1-800-GOT-JUNK guys show up with a truck or dumpster or whatever and let them take 95% of what's in the basement. I cannot WAIT. If that goes well, maybe Tim will be amenable to tackling the extra bedroom.


sj - Apr 21, 2019 6:31:05 am PDT #7094 of 30019
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I had chicken korma last night too but not takeout. We took advantage of being at the grandparents house for the weekend to go out.


Laura - Apr 21, 2019 7:34:32 am PDT #7095 of 30019
Our wings are not tired.

This is the first year ever that I didn't have an Easter basket. Sad, but diet restrictions would make it a basket of celery and carrot sticks and that would just be sad. Next year!


Connie Neil - Apr 21, 2019 8:56:00 am PDT #7096 of 30019
brillig

1-800-Got-Junk is expensive. $165 just to get them to the door (at least here). They don't reduce the price based on whether something can be resold or recycled, that's just to reassure the customer that everything is not just going to the landfill. But they are fast and easily available.


Zenkitty - Apr 21, 2019 9:41:06 am PDT #7097 of 30019
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Happy Easter, peeps!

I've used 1-800-GOT-JUNK a couple times when I had big things to dispose of that I couldn't sell or just couldn't deal with. Kind of expensive, but worth it. Make a phone call and it's gone.