I get my sleeves wet, even if I roll them up.

Eh, water on my shirt doesn't fuss me too terribly.

I get my sleeves wet, even if I roll them up.

I think I would actually need some sort of waterproof gown-- because my sleeves get wet AND I get soaked. Maybe a surgical gown?

I vote splashguards for the sink. Not great for short people, but sacrifices have to be made somewhere.

My devices are not working for me today. The headset *and* the built in speakers are no longer working on my soft phone, and something's up that means I can't get IO9 to load properly unless I start up an incognito window. Rest of the gawker network loads fine.

I have the bad aura this morning. They can feel my pain.

It is a sad day for my city-- Eastman Kodak is filing for bankruptcy.

Damn.

Having cats who eat wet food is my motivation to do the dishes daily. It is nice when there are only a few things. Cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming are my onerous tasks. I wish I could work out an exchange with some of you who hate putting away laundry.

I miss the Instamatic, so hard.

Also, fuck the Instagram.

Eek. Ice storm here. I woke up in the night and could hear it hitting my windows loudly, and it's still coming down. Do not want the power to go out!

If H finds a burner on, the milk left out, the spoon in the knife drawer, or a dish that didn't get clean, he's compelled to show me, and tell me about it. It's not a punishment thing, it's more an assigning responsibility thing. I try not to resent it. In fact, I've brought him dirty spoons and the half-full filter pitcher and dishes shelved in the wrong cabinet... and it all just feels so petty. Fix it. And move on. Right?

I bring stuff like that up to DH because the alternative is waiting until the millionth tiny thing is one tiny thing too much and I wind up screaming WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WASH A FORK LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING when really it's not his fault because he has no fucking clue I was mad about the forks not being clean in the first place. But that's just us.

And us. Though I get more upset when I've brought it up before, but yet it continues to happen despite my reminders. That's when he says I stomp down the stairs with whatever infraction he committed in hand to chastise him about it. It's true, but I can only take so many empty saltine boxes in the pantry (when I've mentioned multiple times that empty boxes in the pantry drive me nuts) before I snap. It's not disrespect on his part; just not in the top 50 of his what's important list.

ita !, I hope you get some pain relief soon. Continued good thoughts and ~ma for your mom.

it is pretty hard to do a bad job unless you have vision problems or are paying no attention.

A former roommate and my sister both only washed the fronts of dishes. My sister also manages to leave them greasy.

No power outage for meara!

It is a sad day for my city-- Eastman Kodak is filing for bankruptcy.

Sad for me too. I wonder if I should go stock up on Kodak film.

Yes, I still use film cameras. I like photography better when I'm using my old manual SLR.