You could make a list with just her, and include her in the “local mums” postings you want her to see, while restricting her access to other things. Don’t feel constrained by the lists that Facebook makes for you.
Hey, guy in the blue prius! Why did you just come racing down my street, stop abruptly in front of my house, take a picture of my house, and speed off? I’ve only lived here 6 months and this is not the first time I have seen someone do this. It’s really fucking unsettling!
Maybe you should get that 15’ statue of a naked jolly green giant off your front lawn?
That would be unsettling, unless you have really spruced the place up. When I found Prescott, I would be driving down a street, find a beautiful victorian home and stop to take pics. That’s all I’ve got.
Bill and I are going to the Marine Corp Ball tonight. I had to get the ironing board out, then I had to worry about idiot cats who don’t know about hot irons and unstable ironing boards and cords and cans of spray starch.
And…I’m going to be wearing panty hose. Dang, I hate those things. Its started snowing, so I need them for the warmth. I do this to myself every year, ballroom gown with lots of skirts, panty hose and then I make the mistake of drinking something. Going to the restroom with big skirts and panty hose is more bother than doing it with three layers of clothing and leather. At least I don’t care if my chaps hit the floor while I’m trying to pull my thermal underware down.
Knows that I’m sounding churlish, and I know that I will have a wonderful time at the ball. It the impending panty hose that are making me cranky.
That and the fact that Bill is able to blissfully nap while I’m checking everything to be sure its perfect.
If it’s a ballgown, would something like knee highs work, in the future?
Probably real estate appraisers. My grandfather used to do this, and I assisted him. We would find local, comparable houses that had sold recently to compare so as to give weight to his appraisal numbers. A quick roadside snapshot was included for completeness, and in case someone wanted to check out the data, but that way we didn’t have to bother the homeowner, or set up an appointment, or suchlike. We would stop and talk, even ask permision, though we didn’t need it, if we saw someone outside, but my grandfather was a southern gentleman, the newer appraisers were usually in a hurry, as we all were paid for the job, not the hours.
Garter belt and stockings. Wear the panties on the outside of the suspenders. Give hubby a treat when you get home <evil leer>
Depends. If you are wearing hoops, and get a good swing going as in a polka or aggressive waltz you can flash the world as you create momentum. Trust me … [did it doing medieval dances in an elizabethan. Oops. :p]
Probably. Looking up last sale prices is really easy in most places.
Is the place still listed for sale somewhere?
So why are the wild mice who I can’t get out the sodding kitchen healthy and full of energy, despite a diet that appears to consist of crumbs and sofa fluff; but my friendly pet one, coddled and fed a carefully balanced diet, drops dead at a young age with barely a warning sign? 
I’m sorry about your mousie.
This. When a property is listed for sale, an agent or appraiser needs to get information on “comps,” or comparable properties sold recently.
You said you have only been in your house for 6 months, which makes it a recent sale (assuming you bought the house and are not renting).
I’m sorry as well. Mice and rats are adorable but have such brief lives. Thanks for giving your little buddy a happy home.
If you need to get a stranger’s phone number, have her whip out her cell phone and call yours immediately. Once your phone rings you know you’ve got an accurate one and you can save it at your leisure.
The folks at Google Earth just can’t seem to get the image of your house to show up on Street View…
Come to think of it, if she wears Depends, she won’t need to worry about going to the restroom…
Pissed off that I’m not pregnant… again. Had to drop out of my having-babies buddy group.
The forty year old whose husband had a vasectomy reversal but still very low sperm count? Pregnant.
The forty year old with four kids already, just trying a couple of times for one more before her husband gets snipped? Pregnant.
The lady who had to have a tube removed last month? Pregnant.
The lady who had a chemical last cycle? Pregnant.
The lady who had to take three rounds of Clomid last time, was on her second try this time? Pregnant.
The ladies who were on identical cycle timing with me the last TWO cycles? Both pregnant in that cycle.
Me? Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnope.
Now I get to go to Thanksgiving with my husband’s family and get asked a lot of questions about why I’m selfish and haven’t gotten a move on to have the next baby.
Filbert, I’m sorry for your loss.
There is something about the fabric of my underskirt that rolls knee and thigh highs down. If I wore that dress more than once a year, I might investigate and fix the problem, but I’m lazy and its more fun to grumble.
Bolding mine. Geeze, why didn’t I think about that?:smack: A perfect solution, thank you so much!
…not to mention that time I tripped over someone’s sword and went down in a frothy explosion of lace and crinoline.
Thats my usual method, but she said she didn’t have hers.
She seemed to like the mama, handled her gently and said calming words while handing her over. Maybe the lady will call me in a couple of days. Maybe she won’t. It doesn’t matter, they will be fixed and find new homes.
The kittens are cute and playful and seem healthy. They are still nursing, but are also eating solid food, canned and kibble. Mama’s poop isn’t nearly as bad as it was.
They can stay here for a couple more weeks if needed, but all of them have good colors and most will probably be adopted out next weekend.
flatlined, you know the rules. Mentions of cute animals require pictures of same. (Anaamika, same goes for you. I’m not big into lizards, but you loved him, so he deserves to be shared with the rest of us. I promise to go AWWWWWW.)
Plus, if someone got pictures of the epic spill in the frothy explosion of lace and crinoline ..
I’m sorry Sattua, I can empathize. We’re going in to year six of trying for our first (and multiple early losses) and we have a number of family members who are currently on their second or third children. Holidays are especially hard.