Way to go, lisah! Not giving a fuck practice is important.
Sounds fun, Sue!
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.
Way to go, lisah! Not giving a fuck practice is important.
Sounds fun, Sue!
Wandering through two Goodwills and a flooring store yesterday with my sis shouldn't have worn me out, but apparently it did. Slept late, breakfast for lunch. Though in my defense, I didn't go to bed until midnight, was awake for two hours this morning, and got up at 10:30, so I've had about 8 hours sleep, it just took me 12 hours to do it.
Strippers and sizzling volcanic fajitas sound like they're worth a couple hours' loud music and press of humanity, Matt. That'd be about my limit, though.
I picked out a new floor for the downstairs yesterday. So over this old carpet. With three cats and a dislike of hauling out the vacuum, carpet is just too hard to keep clean. I thought about various types of flooring, and I'm going with the choice that horrifies everyone but my sister: sheet vinyl. Throughout the whole downstairs. I picked one that looks like wood - almost the same color and pattern as the vinyl plank I put in my bathroom and kitchen, so at least my taste is consistent - and it will be (relatively) cheap, easy to keep clean, and it'll look good. Danged if I'm putting wood floors in a townhouse I may end up renting out someday.
Oh, listen, there's a cat barfing. Dammit.
I did my time at the gym, and now I'm going to go bake an apple pie. Mmmmm, pie....
I agree that cleaning counts as exercise.
Speaking of cleaning as exercise (it totally is), I'm going to need to get in gear and clean up the whole house before the new floor is installed. See, I'll have to move furniture, and all the stuff IN the furniture, from the first floor, and that means having room for it on the 2nd floor, and that means finally getting rid of all the stuff I've accumulated in the spare bedroom meaning to sell. It's been literally years, and I haven't sold it. I think I should just donate it all and be done. There are a few things - couple pair of designer jeans, some collectible toys - that are worth selling, but the rest just needs to be out of my house. This gives me a solid reason to do it.
Leaves done. 6 bags, 4 of which a leafless neighbor hauled off to his community garden plot! And he helped, which was nice. Kinda did a halfass job on the alley, but those leaves are evil and resist raking, scooping and sweeping.
Yay Matt! I do think you should go see the strippers. Just for the stories you could then tell us. Think about US, Matt.
It's the first time I can ever recall male strippers doing a publicly announced show in my hometown, so I should probably attend for historical purposes anyway. If it's waxed long-haired 80s Chippendales types I probably won't stay long though.
Oh! Hivemind: I stepped in a roasted marshmallow in my sneakers, and I'm not sure of the best way to get it off my dang shoe (just the sole, not the uppers). I tried freezing the shoe, because I figured the marshmallow would freeze hard and could be chipped off, but that didn't work.
Any ideas? Goo Gone, maybe?
Oh, listen, there's a cat barfing. Dammit.
Please forgive me for laughing.
Marshmallows dissolve in water, so try putting a wet sponge on it.
Speaking of water, it has been raining here for forever. Outside is all gray sky and leaves that look like cornflakes that have been in milk too long.
Good lord, the lows in the coming week are going to be in the teens. This is late December weather! Stupid weather.