This was *not* the happy happy fun time, let me tell you. But the PM was right about 1 thing (foreshadowing)–the process did take a long time. In fact, when it came time to renew our lease in February (lease […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I did not black out, so at least there was no chance of a concussion or anything. IIRC, we’d spilled some olive oil earlier and cleaned it up, but the tiny bit of residue and the slick bottoms of my […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
One great thing about this more free-form format is I can cover a lot in one go. A downside is that I feel like there are still gaps to fill–hence the blog posts to go with. The grill was a […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Okay, first let me say this: I could have handled this better. I completely realize that venting my spleen to underlings was not the best course of action available to me. HOWEVER… I still don’t think I was wrong to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Never fails–if you’re going to have friendly neighbors they’re going to be a bit TOO friendly. And I wish I was making that conversation with the neighbor’s daughter up. Oh how I wish. Aside from the near-instant church invitation (product […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’d like to point out a few things, lest you get the wrong impression, here: I was not driving, Mom was. She was the one who supposedly paid attention to the alternate route and it was her decision to try […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We learned some things doing this little project. Namely: Todd is much better at painting trim than I am–doesn’t hurt that he’s taller than me and, therefore, doesn’t have to stretch, even on the ladder, and he takes his time. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This actually happened more than one, and seemed kind of subjective as to which rain storm would cause one or the other area to seep. I suppose we should be grateful that it wasn’t the roof–and we are!–but the dampness […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oh, so very many things went wonky with this move. First I sprained my left wrist while packing, so I was not as much help with the lifting as I’d hoped to me (the brace I was in meant I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Not that he’s bad at laundry–he’s probably better at it than I am. After all, he routinely starches and irons his shirts while I avoid the iron for anything but craft projects. Priorities, right? Doing someone else’s laundry, especially underwear, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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