Rats, my onerous task just got more onerous. I might need to consult a lawyer - just to figure out how to fill out some forms correctly, nothing really bad. I think. But I'm certainly not doing that before lunch.
But the recycling bin is full, so that's something.
Speaking of recycling, why do people walk past the recycling bins to throw recyclables away?
I think I'd have to go with my standard "People are stupid" response on that one.
Okay, Liese, you have to watch Top Gear US. They are
running shine and sitting around a campfire. "Think it's flammable?" is asked by someone not!Tanner and Tanner just no hesitation answers, "Yes." and starts to unscrew the lid
. At which point I paused to type this. I think I have a little
Tanner
crush.
It's not the original but it's funny.
Because the recycling bins are where they throw their trash!
Someone intermittently puts a box with lots of empty pop bottles in it by the garbage, having walked past the plastics recyclables to get there. The first time I saw it I moved them, but then I touched something icky and stopped.
Still! If it's your refuse, dispose responsibly.
eta:
Because the recycling bins are where they throw their trash!
Don't upset me!
got your email , not really sure how things are done -- I am far removed from the process. So I need to really read you email and see what I can do Oh but wait .....
idea ....
insent shortly
Speaking of recycling, why do people walk past the recycling bins to throw recyclables away?
Stupidity.
Okay, the guys are
spitting moonshine on a fire.
Hearts, I have hearts for them.
I realized my onerous task is finding out how long the post office will hold a package if something is sent to me registered mail while I'm away. I have so many things winging their way to me right now...I hope they all arrive before I leave for the holidays.
Onerous task completed: Called the pet sitting place to explain my concerns about leaving Taz alone while on holiday and get them thinking about a solution so that we don't have to worry about him being blocked (and dying) while we're in Ohio.