mooom - how old is that rocking chair? We had the same one and 4 straight back and 2 arm chairs to match. But they all fell apart looooong ago.
Oooh yes please. What information do you need? I live in Wimbledon in south west London - does that suffice for your mapping needs?
Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!!!
Baaad Mork!. . . ::clucking tongue::. . . Baaaad Mork! 
::dragging out the paddle and the whip:: 
Done.
If you need me, I’ll be eating sushi!
Ok, so I’m sorta, kinda freaking out over here. Not a BIG FREAK OUT, but a small, more mundane type of thing.
See, last night when I couldn’t sleep, it turns out that The Husband couldn’t sleep either. Right before I got up to go online, I told him that we had to talk and that I’d meet him for drinks tonight around 7pm at a local place. I wanted (in my head) a neutral place to discuss the stuff that happened over the weekend–not Big Bad Stuff, more like Boring, Same Old Hurtful Stuff. He left me a voicemail saying he’d be there.
Here’s my thing: what the hell do I say? Yeah, I am up to speed that I am the one who asked to talk. Got that. No idea what to say. 1. We’ll be in public (which is a good thing-no kids to hear and no turfs or distractions) and 2. No idea WHAT I want to say (well, I know what I want to say, but ranting at the man won’t change anything). So, I’m at a loss.
Do I <wrings hands and paces a bit, feeling like an undiagnosed psych pt at this point> give him an ultimatum-shape up or ship out? Thing is, I don’t feel I’m in ultimatum territory.
Do I go all humble and ask for his cooperation? Ugh-I don’t do humble well. It’s so manipulative, IMO.
Do I shoot straight from the hip and lay down the law? (hasn’t worked in the past).
Do I ask him his take on things and his thoughts (again, been there, done that-he just says he doesn’t know. He does passive very well).
What do I do?
Sorry this is vague and all, but no desire to get into details. Any advice?
Where’s the jealous emote when you need it?
The forum default is 50 but you can set it to anything you want. I just checked and you can set it to 5 per page if you want. Then you can be celebrating all the time. The rest of us just wouldn’t know what you’re talking about. 
What. . .no sharing?! :dubious:
Have a nice drink and then go out for dinner and the movies.
What? The rest of the options didn’t sound that appealing.
Nope-movie is out. No time, kids have homework, he has work tomorrow etc.
I really don’t know what to say. Great-I’ll have called this “meeting” and have nothing. That’s a good use of time and opportunity. If any of you have ever wondered why I am not a zillionaire–here is the answer. :rolleyes: Christ, I don’t even know what to wear to this. All I wanted was to talk, face to face, uninterrupted. Talk about what is the problem.
<deep breaths>
Tuna Helper is in the oven. I’ve never made it in the oven. Oh, bite me-like there’s not a box in your pantry right now, just in case making duck ala orange doesn’t appeal one night.
It’s not a very old chair. Certainly not 30 years. I think I got it at Sears. One of the rockers split, but my sweetie fixed it up real good. Now it’s mostly a dust collector.
The cat is on The List. I had dropped off my car for its 20K mile service, and it was ready to be picked up this evening. So **FCD ** took me to get it, then we went to Bert’s for a quick supper. I came home to find the 2 plants from my kitchen windowsill knocked into the sink, and FCD’s lunch bag on the floor. No biggie, but my quick CSI powers of deduction told the tale. Stoopit cat bumped up against the switch that turned on the garbage disposal. He was startled and ke knocked down the plants in his rush to escape. Now the disposal won’t come on at all. Running without water is not good.
No circuits popped, and there doesn’t seem to be a reset button. **FCD ** thinks maybe it has an overtemp sensor and it might reset itself when it cools. Guess we’ll see tomorrow.
Stoopit cat.
Is it Firday yet?
Someone else has that chair! My dad has one of those at his house. One of the arms broke off, though.
Interesting developments at Archive Work today. Will go into more detail later. Must do the weekly online class post thing now.
What about going for the empathy angle. Explain, nicely, how it would be if tables were turned and you had made him feel bad.
I was going to be snarky and say that you’re new around here and don’t know about The Husband, but then it hit me. It’s not the empathy bit, but your saying that triggered a memory and now I know how to proceed (at least to start). So, no snark, but thanks!
It begins with, “I don’t think you realize the difficulties I have with _______.”
At least I have an opening sentence. Now, clothes.
I just yelled at #2 son for a stupid reason and I just burned my fingers on the Le Creuset pot. God hates me until this is over. 
{{{rigs}}}
Rigs I have no advice for you. I know how hard talks with the husband can be especially if he promises x and then doesn’t follow through, and always answers with “I don’t know” or a shrug. I’m sending you lots of good vibes that it goes well!
::drive by::
Another insane week starting off here. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
::waves::
This is me when I got home from work today to see how far you guys had gotten in the “new” MMP.
**Hippo birdie deadeyesdad!
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{{rigs}}
incoherent yelp caused by WOWCrack Roommate busting through the front door and scaring the crap out of me
Okay, so, update on what happened at work. I was at the copier making xeroxes of some photos in the collection of family papers I’m working on when the Go-To Lady of the Archives chased me down and caught me being thirty minutes late to work. :o She told me that my supervisor wanted to talk to me. I thought Bad Things were afoot, so I finished making my copies and slunk over to his office.
He pulled out an email regarding the Ammons collection that I worked on exclusively from August-November of last year and am now going through checking on various loose ends in preparation for an exhibit later on this year. (This is a Big Deal collection–it’s the first in what will become the Literary Collection of the Archives.) ANYWAY, end of digression.
The email was from someone connected to one of the donors of the collection. He wanted a paragraph biography of me and possibly to meet me in the near future. Because I’m the one who did most of the work getting the papers in order and searchable for Future Researchers. 
I like my jobs.
Yay, Spaz! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
**Brownie ** - that cracked me up!!
Good news here - disposal works. **FCD ** missed the reset button, but I found it and pushed it and we’re good to go. So I won’t have to kill the kitteh.
Breakfasts and lunches are packed. Dishes are washed. And another day bites the dust.
{{{rigs}}}
tired
Even though you decided against my idea. . . good luck, rigs!