My aunt Elaine's suggestion for dealing with the squalor:
I am, however, finally tackling all the filing and such. It's much more fun to go through paperwork when you have a shredder.
I met Rob for breakfast this morning -- tried Wishbone, but it was regrettably closed. That turned out to be a good thing, because we wandered down into Lotti's neighborhood just in time for her to wake up. So twice in a span of three days I was able to say "Hey, we're right downstairs and coming up, please don't be naked." It's kind of cool. (Lotti may disagree.)
I had also done that with Jeremy, Becky and Alex on Saturday -- I needed an expert's assessment of Showgirls before unleashing the sock puppet version on them. We borrowed the DVD from Lotti, as she was preparing for her show. (Sorry, Lotti). I ended up bailing on Sock Puppet Showgirls, but they went. Jeremy's take: [it] permanently cured any desire I ever had to see the movie. I thought the puppet show was pretty funny, but don't think I could handle a live action version. It's a pretty hideous movie and I wouldn't really wish it on you.
At least, I wouldn't until I found out the prank you tried to pull, Jeremy -- Rob told me that you tried to bribe him for the access to this site. It's all being changed right now, so don't even try it. Harumph.
What Rob wouldn't reveal was who asked for the mock-me post. Yeah, Zeke, you asked, but you weren't the first or, apparently, most persistent. So who was it? Newton? Tripp? Come on, spill.
The answer to the housekeeping tragedy is to hire someone to do it.The hard part is finding someone who will come as arranged and not rip you off in the process. Best investment I ever made. Housekeeping drains my soul. Some people have mothers (like yours and mine) who actually enjoy cleaning. It trained me to hate it as a totally repetitious and unrewarding activity. There was a quote in MS magazine years ago by a woman rancher who said, "when you clean house it has to be done all over again the next day, but when you build a fence, you can look at it for 20 years".Yeah. In theory, I approve of this plan. As a marginally employed freelancer, it's just not going to happen anytime soon. All money that comes in goes to the mortgage account.
I am, however, finally tackling all the filing and such. It's much more fun to go through paperwork when you have a shredder.
I met Rob for breakfast this morning -- tried Wishbone, but it was regrettably closed. That turned out to be a good thing, because we wandered down into Lotti's neighborhood just in time for her to wake up. So twice in a span of three days I was able to say "Hey, we're right downstairs and coming up, please don't be naked." It's kind of cool. (Lotti may disagree.)
I had also done that with Jeremy, Becky and Alex on Saturday -- I needed an expert's assessment of Showgirls before unleashing the sock puppet version on them. We borrowed the DVD from Lotti, as she was preparing for her show. (Sorry, Lotti). I ended up bailing on Sock Puppet Showgirls, but they went. Jeremy's take: [it] permanently cured any desire I ever had to see the movie. I thought the puppet show was pretty funny, but don't think I could handle a live action version. It's a pretty hideous movie and I wouldn't really wish it on you.
At least, I wouldn't until I found out the prank you tried to pull, Jeremy -- Rob told me that you tried to bribe him for the access to this site. It's all being changed right now, so don't even try it. Harumph.
What Rob wouldn't reveal was who asked for the mock-me post. Yeah, Zeke, you asked, but you weren't the first or, apparently, most persistent. So who was it? Newton? Tripp? Come on, spill.
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