flytrap the float comes in this little round carryin’ case thingy. I have yet to open it but if a float girl pops out with the float I shall be glad to send her along to you postage paid, of course. 
Jim I like MOOOOOOM’s idea of you movin’ in with the mmmmmms. You could go there, move on in and have a nice dinner waitin’ on 'em when they get back from Merrye Olde Englande. They’ll be so surprised with the dinner I’m sure they’ll let you stay there. All win-win!
ETA: First on Nine!
Extremely grumpy nut today.
There is scaffolding on top of my plants in the back garden, after some random guys apparently let themselves in (while I was out yesterday- the housemate was in, but for some reason decided to just pretend it wasn’t happening). They might have permission from the landlord to be there, but we weren’t notified, not even given a chance to move stuff out of the way- despite the rental contract and UK rental law requiring tenants to be notified 24 hours in advance of non-emergency repairs, and, seeing as they were only there to put up the scaffolding then go, there’s clearly not an emergency. :mad:
This is the second time the landlord has just given people ‘permission’ to wander into our flat without telling us, and it’d damn well better be the last. I spoke to the agency just the previous day, when a guy came round to do the annual boiler safety check, there’s really no excuse.
I think they’ve killed my rosemary, there’s a large chunk of wood right on top of it, they just stacked a bunch of pots which had plants in on top of each other, or on top of plants in the ground- I can’t tell what else they’ve damaged yet. I know the garden’s a mess, but that does not excuse them killing my plants, especially when there was clearly empty patio space just a meter or so away that they could have put the pots on, and most definitely especially as they shouldn’t have even been there.
I have no idea when they’re planning on coming back- so there’s a fair chance I’ll be woken up tomorrow morning by some guys letting themselves into my house.
This has ruined my day somewhat. You can probably tell.
I had a lovely day yesterday too 
Nuts your landlord and those guys deserve a box of pointy stick wieldin’ Sri Lankan spiders each.
Put the weaponized Sri Lankan Spiders in the pots.
That sucks, Nuts. Is the Landlord responsible for replacing them?
Swampy, Mrs. Plant (v3) might not be too happy with the receivin’ of that package. Mary Jane Watson on the other hand doesn’t care, possibly because she’s made-up. Send the bikini babe my way; it’ll cause less agita for the recipient! 
Laundry is dry, friends have come and gone, garbage is out. Happy, tired, rosie.
She needs to eat something. I could fix that for her.
Lost power for a bit, but got it back just in time for hockey. Good thing, warm beer, and no hockey make dogbutler go crazy.:mad:
Nut, your landlord sucks.
swampy, maybe Midget’s bass clarinet is paper trained.:dubious:
Yay for happy rosie!
She doesn’t want to live in a house with an inadequate electrical service entrance.
We done got the boy graduated, my sister and BIL have departed, and I feel like I have spent the weekend doing nothing but eating. Urgh.
Back in the literal and figurative saddle tomorrow. OK, I guess I’ll be on, not in, the literal saddle, since that would be the bike saddle.
My husband has been in such a pissy mood lately I just want to slap him but that would probably just make things worse
I totally relate to this one, sister. Yeah, I know the imminent layoff is emotionally rough on him. It’s not exactly easy on me, and having him dumping his stress/angst onto me is NOT helping!
No joke. I am the one having the baby and not being able to work and earn money for a few weeks. He gets a month off from school and doesn’t work right now so he can graduate next May. Screw him. I think his pride got hurt today when we had to ask our church for financial help. I would tell him to get over it but I don’t want to seem insensitive :rolleyes:
About all I can do is offer hugs. I suppose we could swap bludgeoning spouses with clue-by-fours, but travel costs might be prohibitive. 
{{{{Apes}}}}
That’s what started the problem!
Yes, we guys go out and kill the dinosaur and drag it back for our Spouses and kids to eat. We are annoyed when we can’t do that. If we have to ask someone else to kill the dinosaur, we admit that we are helpless wusses.
Women deal with this kind of thing much better than we do.
He will be much better when your child comes, exclaiming, “Look what*** I ***did!”
:rolleyes:
Best $400.00 I ever spent.
Rosie,
Facebook says you just added a whole bunch of new friends.
Are these the folks who came over to see you new digs, or do you owe them money?
What does it mean, “clue-by-four”?
When one gets hit upside the head with a 2x4 to whack some sense into you, especially with the hitter repeating, “What the #$%& were you thinking/doing”; to give you a clue. Hence, clue-by-four.
What was the best $400 spent on? Did you buy your dinosaur?
Lol. Thanks guys. I have learned, against my better nature, to back off and give him space when he is getting pissy. Holy crap is that hard because I am a talk it to death kind of gal and he is a go into his man world and cool off kinda guy.
From Urban Dictionary:
“A device that is commonly used to give someone a clue. Named as such for its appearance, which is oddly similar to a two-by-four.”