What needs fixin’? I’m handy and I have a decent tool kit, but I don’t have the skilz to overhaul your engine. Tune up, fix a flat, change a belt? Sure. I could probably replace the radiator, water pump, and alternator, too, but beyond that I’d really be beyond my abilities.
I’m bringing this up because I’d want to be reasonably certain I could meet your condition. I’d feel like a jerk if I took some important part of your car apart but then couldn’t fix and reassemble it.
I can’t make any promises about your mafia game, but when the time comes PM me and we’ll talk.
Under normal circumstances, I’d say sure. We have no pets (unless you count the kidlet, but he doesn’t bite anymore), and we’re not home for much of the day. We’ve also got cable Internet and two computers, although you can only use the desktop, but two of us can be online at once.
However, these are not normal circumstances. About a year and a half ago, we had the Houseguest from Hell, and that’s kind of spoiled our desire to extend hospitality for longer than a weekend. Our bathroom is also on the second floor, so you’d have problems since you’ve just had knee surgery.
Actually, my recovery from knee surgery is advancing so rapidly I can hardly believe it myself. I’ve been off crutches for about a week, and I’ve been managing the stairs pretty well. I’m a little slow descending but otherwise they pose no problem.
Shame, though, that you had a bad hoouseguest that put you off offering up that hospitality again. I totally understand, though. It happens. Without getting into all the details, what exactly made your housguest the ‘houseguest from hell’? Overstayed his/her welcome? Hit on you/Doors? Wiped his/her hands/nose/ass on the curtains/tablecloth/duvet cover? Other?
It’s great to hear about your knee. I’ve got a bad pair myself and sore knees suck.
Let’s see. The Houseguest from Hell:
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[li]Told us he was staying for a few days until his apartment was ready. A few days turned into three weeks.[/li][li]Had a job, then lost it. Of course, this wasn’t his fault. That lying c*nt of a manager told his bitch of a boss that he was drinking on the job. He allegedly talked to a lawyer – for which he needed to borrow my car to do so – then dropped the matter entirely.[/li][li]Even when he had a job, he made no effort to share in any of the costs he was incurring. We probably would have turned it down so he could continue to save toward his own place (we wanted him out that badly), but I think that making no effort to reimburse your hosts for the cost of the utilities you’re using is just mooching.[/li][li]Brought a strange girl over. I had no idea who she was and he never made any attempt to introduce us or let us talk. Obviously, I’m not froggy about allowing strangers into my house for a number of reasons most people would consider valid.[/li][li]Jumped onto our computer if I so much as got up to go to the bathroom or get a soda. I was doing homework and finals, he was checking Facebook and MySpace. And, in any event, it doesn’t matter what he was doing, jumping on while someone else is using something is just flat rude.[/li][/ul]
And it gets better. This winner conned Doors’ sister into co-signing a lease for him. He skipped out and left her owing $4500 on the lease. She’s now forced to drop out of school to be able to pay for this.
I’m not saying you’re like this, of course. I’m just not eager to have another long-term houseguest. You’re perfectly welcome to visit, just give us a heads-up so we can put the guest towels and fancy soap out.
At the rate the economy is going, you might soon be leading a little band of Dopers roaming the countryside in search of lodgings. You can pretend you are a roving Dopefest and swoop into towns and villages, offering to pay your way with checks from a Nigerian bank.
Nothing complicated, replace the right front wheel (tire and rim) and the panel above it.
I will. Although, if you can’t make the next one (which probably won’t be for several months, so you’ve got time), I’ll be in line for another one after that.
Sure, c’mon over. My last roomie has failed to remove all of his belongings from my basement (despite multiple requests to do so), so there’s a bed, dresser, tons of CDs, and RC cars for a little diversion. Hell, you can have his clothes too.
I would require you to be all mean and scary like on demand - such as when friends of TheKid come over and attempt coups. Oh, and you must know how to barbeque. I suck at it, but love it.
