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…
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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…
So, it’s the first comic of year 4 (!!!) and I’m starting the story of how Todd and I managed to move in together, cohabitate, and live to tell the tale. And, as it seems to happen so often when […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sure, we sent emails back and forth every day but being in the chat room, even if we weren’t actively chatting, was sorta like being in the same room doing our own things, but together. Funny story about Todd’s move: […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Not much more to say about that, you know? I do love living on my own, at least most of the time. Having my own space where I am the supreme rule maker and breaker is incredibly freeing. Of course, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Would you believe the ‘we’ that moved all her stuff was only me, Jen, her Mom and the Bard I called in at the last minute? All our regular moving-party type friends were at an event that weekend. As always, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I tell you what, I shoved that wheeled cart into place so many freaking times and then the Bard walks up and turns it on it’s head like it was nothing. See, Jen’s ex-bf/roommate found a new place so to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ah, yes, I’ve been waiting for this little gem to appear. The Fuckit! Button is a lovely little imaginary invention (at least for now… oh, yes, there are plans) that just makes you feel better about throwing your hands in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…