Today I changed my sheets. And as per usual, being mildly disabled, I grunted and grumbled fitting the bottom sheet (fitted). Half the time I get the bloody thing upside down, and only after trying to squeeze it into a corner or two would I realise my mistake! So I wished to myself there was a better way.
I tossed the sheet into the air before attempting to fit it onto the mattress, and fuck-me if there wasn’t a little tag sewn onto the sheet saying ‘SIDE’. Why have I never noticed this before, and why the fuck did it happen mere seconds after me griping about fitted sheets?
Lots of modern sheets have a side tag or a top/bottom tag. You’ll also find a magic marker can write TOP/BOTTOM or SIDE along the middle of an edge right near the elastic very easily & permanently. And once the sheet is on the bed the writing is hidden.
Just make sure you get the sheet on the bed properly before marking it. Don’t ask.
I was recently casting about for a new hangout to add to my list. So there I am at the same-old-same-old yakking with the random person on teh adjacent stool & make my gripe. They said “Have you ever been to [whatever], just around the corner?” “Nope. Never noticed it.” So I went. It was great! Convenient, timely, serendipitous. A trifecta of good.
We just bought a new (used) house. We knew that we had to sell our previous house to make it all work in the end.
We found the perfect house for us. We bought it. So, we MUST sell our ‘old’ house and it must be done before this winter. This is not a house you can easily shut down, it should be occupied. We are both retiring in the fall.
I was working from home. Some looky loos came by and I (not the real estate agent) showed the house. That was fortunate, because I can really point out the good aspects of the house.
They bought it. We worked our asses off moving out. Many SUV loads of personal stuff on a trip to the new house that is 130 miles away on mountain roads.
It’s done. I have very fond memories of the ‘old’ house. Some fantastic things about it. Our new house will be great for us though. Not a single regret, none at all.
When my Dad got old, he struggled with climbing stairs. So I invited him and my Mum to sell their two-storey house and move to my town, buying a nearby bungalow.
I found a suitable bungalow, so we just needed to sell their house.
Two days after they put it on the market, a Rolls-Royce with chauffeur parked outside the house. A middle-aged bloke in a very expensive suit got out, followed by a gorgeous young woman.
As the visitors discussed buying the property, my parents decided this was a wealthy married man and his mistress (the house was for her.)
After the woman said “Darling, I love it!” the man said “I’ll buy it right now for cash.”
And he duly turned up at the bank shortly afterwards with a suitcase containing £250,000* (about $338,000.)
got out, followed by a gorgeous young woman.