I like @scudsucker 's answer best.
But after the initial report of Bob’s Missing Biscuit I almost suggested that it had gotten just far enough away from the face of the apartment to make it into the street. Or gotten kicked there by a passing pedestrian. Once in the street traffic can carry it quite aways in either direction.
Both Bob & Jack are lucky it was that nearby to be found.
I have a small folding step stool that I keep in my laundry area. It was pretty cheap and it is rated to hold 350 lbs. I originally bought becasue of a loose connection in my trucks engine that occainsionally had to be jiggled so my truck would start. The stool was way chaper than having a mechanic repalce the wiring. Anyway the cheap little stool has been a life saver many times. It is just the right height to give me a slight boost for things normally out of reach…the bottom of the washing machine, the back of a cabinet, the cabinet over the refrigerator, it also is handy if I need to do some yard work and dont want to sit on the ground. I can still reach stuff on the ground without getting my clothes muddy. Pretty sure it came from Walmart.
I last bought a house 11 years ago. It’s served us well but we decided to move. So far so good everything is running smooth. Found a buyer and a new house very quickly. Closing will happen in a month or so.
That’s not where my mini-rant comes from. One thing has changed for the worse in 11 years. Our mortgage guy is a long time friend. He’s done a great job for us. He checked everything before he made it “official” by running our credit and whatever else he has to plug in. (It’s not like he didn’t know what our scores are but he had to run them specifically for the bank) We were on the phone with him when he sent in the request. I started getting spam calls from mortgage companies within two minutes. It’s been a parade of spam calls and spam texts ever since. I could have 30 mortgages by this time.
11AM and 10 calls already along with several texts.
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Like a tiddlywink. I’ve seen a semi do that with a mattress. That was impressive.
Next time I need to flip a mattress, I’ll remember that I have another option. The only complication is getting the semi into the bedroom…
Sometimes you can discover those tricks with Google. The problem is that you don’t always know the right questions to ask. I would never have imagined that this particular washer would have a secret panel to access the interior and wouldn’t have thought to ask Google about such a thing.
My best example of Google uncovering a trade secret is one that I mentioned before. My previous car had a peculiar habit, in some specific circumstances, of flailing the speedometer needle around wildly while it was starting. It mostly only happened after driving a very short distance in cold weather, shutting down in front of a coffee & donut shop, and then restarting. One time it flailed so wildly that the needle got stuck on the wrong side of the physical stop. Turned out, no mechanical work was necessary to fix it if you knew the Secret Reset Trick™, which was like cheat codes in a video game or Easter eggs in an application. A couple of undocumented magical presses of random buttons, and the entire instrument cluster recalibrated itself!
For reference, the chew toy in question is a “Bento Ball.” Bob’s new one came from Amazon this morning. This what a new one looks like compared to a seasoned one.
I’m going to suggest getting it back out, and the bedroom restored, might be a wee bit more challenging. 
Hell, that might even be tough with just a car!
A popular video streaming service I use just updated their terms of service:
“You must be the older of 18 years of age or the age of majority in your state, province, or territory of residence to use our Services”
Porn? No, it’s not that kind of service.
It’s for Formula 1 TV. God forbid that kids are exposed to car racing.
Not to mention the damage to the bed frame.
3 mice in four days is the wrong number. (The right number is zero mice, but I’m pretty sure that we have multiple live mice still in the basement. Especially since yesterday’s mouse was smaller than todays).
My problem is that I think mice are cute. To the extent that I don’t want to kill them like my wife wants me to, and I don’t even want to re-home them. Let them live in our garage, and under our porches… they’re furry and friendly!
Mouse shit is not cute.
Hantavirus.
My water is off, and I need to take a shower. It was only supposed to be for 15 minutes, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Running water is the greatest invention, and I do not take it for granted.
What was the greatest thing before sliced bread???
Quoting myself for context …
Since losing that contact lens I’ve been wearing my spectacles. In another week or so I’ll be close enough to the time to change lenses anyhow that I can stretch the remaining supply to cover.
Until last night … [cue ominous music].
I get home around 11pm from a typical night of carousing. And as I’m prepping for bed I can’t find the specs I was wearing while I was out. Crap! Too tired and stupid and late to do anything now; I’ll deal with it in the morning. Fortunately a) I have a spare pair, and b) I’m not debilitated without them; it’s just eye-strainy to read.
This morning I thoroughly search the apartment. Not here. So retrace yesterday morning’s activities without success. Then retrace last night’s festivities across the several venues. Found 'em. I’d left them on the table at one of my stops. Conveniently the server who’d taken care of me last night was on duty when I got there today and immediately recognized me and my glasses. Yaay!