You get TWO squares?! I don’t even get that, I just get that tiny strip. I have the same reaction as you. Furthermore, when replenishing the toilet paper rolls, bring in more than one roll for goodness sake!
Today was a domestical day for me. I made my mother’s world famous [sub]slight exaggeration there[/sub] cucumber salad, then I built a beef-veggie soup, then I boiled some eggs, then I vacuumed, and I just finished loading the dishwasher. All that was missing was the frilly apron and pearls!
So now I’m pooped. I hate having to be all domestical. I need a staff - a gardener and a cook and a maid and a pet groomer and a chauffeur and a masseur and a laundry-er and probably a few more assistants.
Volunteers? Anyone? Anyone? Please??
Shibb, that’s a hilarious vision of Kalle…I mean, an unidentified woman among the co…ermmmm…roosters.
(Sorry, all that driving affected my typing.)
Well, I made it to Cleveland and back. Turned out I couldn’t stay for the lunch part, so I stopped quickly at MickeyD’s instead. Still, it was a pretty nice trip. I saw an Amish buggy crossing a bridge on the way up, was very impressed by lake effect snow just as I reached downtown (the weather was fine one second, and then - when I needed to be able to find my exit - there was a sudden white-out; found the exit anyway), and on the way back I got to listen to a couple of really good interviews on Fresh Air. Oh, and my talk went well too.
Now, I’m tired and off to have some nice hot tea. It’s COLD here tonight.
GT
One of my biggest fears in life is running out of toilet paper.
Secret Confession Time:
I have a small storage closet in my garage. There are two 4 shelf metal racks in said closet. One rack contains stuff like cleaning supplies. The other… the other… the other is strictly for toilet paper and must remain crammed full of four packs of toilet paper at all times. If even one shelf becomes as much as half empty, it must be filled up. There are at least two unopened four packs of toilet paper stored under the sinks in each bathroom at all times. If one gets opened, a fresh unopened pack goes in. But it’s not like I’m obsessive about it or nothin’. 
There is always and I mean always a fresh roll sitting on top of the toilet tank just in case the roll on the dispenser should give out. The thought of actually not having a roll of toilet paper within easy reach from the throne is unbearable.
Yet, still, ACBG hangs around. Makes ya kinda wonder about him don’t it? 
Four packs? I buy the big Costco gazillion packs. Now that’s being prepared. Of course, I have three bathrooms too, and all of them are used. I try to ensure that there are extra rolls at all times, but w/three other people in the house, who don’t know how to change TP rolls, this becomes a chore.
(Hey girls! Watch as I get all the men here to praise me for being cool.*)
Guess what I have in my house?
I have four bathrooms, and in one of them there is a urinal.
Also a condom machine. And a poster of Alfalfa from the Our Gang comedies. Men who visit the restroom here always tell my husband that his wife is way cooler than theirs.
(*I have no idea why guys dig this so much, or why they think it makes ME cool, but they do. Maybe they will explain.)
Just read A Monstrous Regiment of Women. I swear, as soon as I’ve read the next one I’ll stop. It’s like trying to eat only one McDonald’s fry or something. I liked that one best- it was sort of scary, and there were 1920’s clothing descriptions. And it was the only time Mary Russell has sounded convincing about being a scholar of Jewish theology. Did Oxford even teach Jewish theology in the 20’s?
Glad you like the thumbnail reviews. They’re short books and a nice easy read. And addictive.
Thanks, taxi. I’m only 26. I was hoping Mr. Lissar had put up our wedding pics, because there’s this wonderful one of Quasi-Daughter having a quintessential Quasi-Daughter moment. We’ve just gotten out of the car, and she’s screaming at my dad, because he’s started to drive away with the flowers in the back seat. It’s an awesome picture. Best friend and I look a little concerned, but Quasi-Daughter is totally freaking out. It’s very funny. She spent the whole day panicking. We had to practically conk her with the champagne bottle at breakfast.
Lord knows how she’ll be on her wedding day. I might head for Tibet or something.
For more bragging and to shore up my occasional assertions that I can sew, here’s Driving Husband’s older sister in her wedding dress. Actually, the bodice doesn’t fit that well. Hmm. She wouldn’t wear a veil, so she’s kind of got a silk chiffon cape. And the Dammit-Lissla-I’m-humouring-you expression is quite typical. Oh, and here’s me with the Best Man, proceeding at lightspeed down the aisle, because that’s how fast the married couple left.
It’s almost one in the morning, and the cats are staring at me. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, assume they ate me.
OOOH! Slinky bridesmaid dress there Lissla. Definitely not of the butt bow variety.
LifeOnWry a condom dispenser? Hmmmmm… well, of course, I would never call someone a slut, but I did happen to notice a parking meter by the bed and a condom dispenser in the bathroom.
That’s from the Big Secret Book of Bitchy Gay Phrases.
My baby sister is getting married in a few weeks (April 9). I’d kind of forgotten which day and then realized I’ve booked something else earlier that day that I’m now going to try and reschedule. Who wants an all day meeting in Orlando on their sister’s wedding day? Baby sis is wearing a bridesmaid’s dress for her wedding dress, she doesn’t like the traditional stuff. I think that preferred guest attire is beach casual, although that may have change. They’re getting hitched on Reddington Beach or someplace near there, at sunset. Hope we have a spectacular one that day.
For the longest time, the TP in the “children’s” bath was a free floater. Said children apparently went into a trance deliberating whether the paper should hang from the front or the back. Occasionally the TP fairy would use the facilities and put the roll on the spindle. Eventually, The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] figured out the TP fairy was really me and started doing it herself. I chuckle every time she rails against her brother for leaving her just a shard.
We did have sketti last night and there was enough left over for me to bring a small portion for lunch. I’m already hungry.
liss, I wanna see your wedding pics!!!
fcm, I would SO love a staff. Think of all the things you could do if you had a staff. I wonder what Martha did without her staff while she was in the pokey?
Still cold here but signs still working. 47 degrees right now. I wore my winter coat to work cause I know some time this afternoon when the temp hits around 60, they’ll HAVE THE FREAKING AIR ON AGAIN!!! What? Do they figure we’ll work harder to build up some body heat or somethin’?
Tupug (Runnin’ in place to keep warm)
Hey, I’m 26 too! There’s nothing “only” about 26. It’s a good age. Old enough to start being taken seriously (when you want to) but young enough to get checked out by all guys - from college age on. It’s perfect!
Good news! Lucy has clean teeth now. That’s what I was doing yesterday, taking her to the vet’s so they could clean her teeth so her breath wouldn’t be stinky.
While I was at the vet’s I read a pamphlet that says Zoe (the cat) is fat. That wasn’t the actual name of the pamphlet. “Zoe (the cat) is Fat” wouldn’t have a broad reader base. But it was a guide to tell if your cat is fat. As it turns out, Zoe is fat. Not super-mongo fat, but a little chubby. So now she’s on a diet. Since she doesn’t have opposable thumbs, she can’t open the Little Debbie boxes and cheat on her diet. So it’s much easier for a cat to stay on her diet and stop being fat than, say, me.
Well, taking Lucy to get her teeth cleaned and finding out my cat is fat(tish) wasn’t all I was doing, but I had to drop Lucy off right in the middle of our regularly scheduled Get-Soupo-Ready-For-School time and it really threw the rest of the day off, schedule-wise. I also went and signed Katcha up for Kindergarten. Because if I didn’t sign him up, he’d stay home all day next year too, and that’s not the plan right now.
Speaking of Kindergarten, I found out last night my cousin is moving into town and her kid is going to the same Kindergarten as my kid. (All the kids in the whole school district go to the same Kindergarten, it’s the way things are.) She’s going to be living right up the road from me. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. (That was sarcasm.) Out of the six cousins I have on Mom’s side of the family, I like two of them. One is OK. The rest are a wash. They get on my nerves like you wouldn’t believe. (Lots of people get on my nerves. But it’s all their fault. It’s not my fault at all, the nerve getting-on.) Guess which cousin gets on my nerves the most. That’s right. But, oddly enough, I really like her husband. Not that I’d lend him power tools or nuthin’.
Hey, speaking of a staff (Puggy did), Soupo has a staff now. When we went hiking last Sunday I took Stick with me. Soupo was all jealous I had Stick and he didn’t have so much as a sausage. So he swiped Stick from me for a while. I was using Stick mostly to poke at the muddy trail and find the part that was the least muddy. Stick’s good for stuff like that. And knocking spiderwebs away from the trail. Not that there were spiderwebs, because it was still too cool for spiders to be out enwebbifying the trails. It’s still pretty cool today. Not “cool” so much as “cold”. It’s supposed to be in the mid-50’s about now. Is it? Heck no! It’s because we have stupid weather instead of climate. I think they should pass a law that says we have to have climate instead of weather. (I seriously think that law would pass and it still wouldn’t be the stupidest law passed this year. Or the stupidest law passed this week, come to that.) Stick would also be useful if there was a mean snake on the trail trying to bite me. I could use Stick to prod the snake til it left. And Stick wouldn’t even mind. Stick is very useful.
So Soupo was jealous I had stick and he didn’t. So when we got home, I made him up a Mini-Stick. His hiking staff. Which is the staff Soupo has, rather than a bunch of people of the minion variety. I don’t think Soupo needs actual minions yet. But he’s still young, he has planty of time for minions. And maybe henchmen. Possibly henchwomen. He could have people of hench. But not right now since he’s just a kid.
This brings up a question. How exactly does one “hench”?
Looking for a carreer change Wile? To hench is an open-ended proposition. If the Big Boss wants mutant sharks with frickin’ laser beams on their heads, henching in this case would be finding mutant sharks, head-mountable laser beams and a big tube of super glue.
It’s all about the glamour, henching.
I have staff at work. Not the stick kind, the people kind. They’re supposed to do what I tell em. HAH! That is to laugh. Ok, mostly I say, just do what you know you’re supposed to be doing and don’t bug me a whole lot about it. Most of the time that works pretty good.
Hey Shibb, my next to the youngest niece is gettin’ hitched on April 9th too. Cept not in Florida. In Chicago, or a ‘burb thereof. I’m goin’ up for it. Got me a free plane ticket (YAY SkyMiles!) and a discount at the hotel she’s gettin’ married in (YAY Hilton Choice Points and AARP!). I even gots me a part in the festivatin’. At the reception, my niece is having various folks that’s got something to do at the wedding announced. My mom (the lovely grandmother of the bride) is one of those folks and I get to escort her in to the reception. Maybe I should practice. I’ll tell ACBG I need to practice, then make him walk around all over the house (whichever one we happen to be in, his or mine) holding onto my elbow. That could be fun.
I also get to see my niece and soon to be nephew-in-law next Friday. YAY! See, I have to be up that way four days next week (I know, y’all will miss me) and I get to spend Friday night at the Hilton Hotel which is located at the airport. We’re going to have dinner together! I’m real excited cause I don’t get to see her so much. She’s coming up with a place to go for dinner since she knows more about stuff up there than me. She’s good at stuff like that. I chipped in with several other of the relations and we got her a gift certificate to a day spa that she really likes so she can go get all purtied up and stuff for her wedding. Nice gift ain’t it?
So Katcha wonder off to germ factory next year does he? What will you do with yourself all day then Rue? Besides taking care of Lucy and Zoe I mean.
It’s just a hunch, but I don’t think I could hench.
Why do cats stare at their food bowl, when it has food in it, and act like they’re starving and you’re an abusive owner? And meow, loudly, over and over?
My house has lots of staves and sticks and swords, because I am married to about eighteen different weapon fanatics. Attacks Things Randomly Husband even fishes sturdy cardboard tubes (shades of Penny Arcade) out of recycling bins. On the plus side, I always have things to use if I need to fish under the bed or something.
I’ve actually started to think of myself as 27. I don’t know why. My birthday isn’t until October. I started getting neurotic about being old when the liquor store didn’t automatically ask me for i.d. Of course, drinking age here is 19, so it’s not like I look way too old to be 21, I just don’t look like a teenager anymore. I do still get carded at clubs.
As soon as Mr. Lissar gets out of the bathroom, I will order him to put the wedding pics up. We don’t have all of them- Mr. Lissar’s godfather did the photography, but not long after the wedding he got lung cancer, and therefore couldn’t finish building his darkroom. He’s okay now, and promises that we’ll get them soon. Mr. Lissar is out of the bathroom, and he says he’ll put them up next week some time.
I’ve also got a cousin-in-law getting married in Manhattan the penultimate weekend in May. I hope that we’ll have the time and funds to be able to attend.
Personally, I’ve never aspired to henchdom or mininioning. I was born to be a lackey.
You got any free time in that schedule? Because I’m not far from O’Hare… I’d be delighted to buy you a drink or three.
WOOHOO! Well, I’m coming in next Tuesday afternoon but I am going to Skokie, where I’ll actually be working, so I’ll be there for three days. Tuesday night I have to meet folks for dinner and calm nerves. Ok, I have no idea as to Skokie and O’Hare or much of anything else round those parts. I’m working on firming the meet up plans with da niece and da intended. It may be that we could meet for a drink or sump’n later that night?