More flooding, End Times rains. It’s supposed to stop sometime around 8 a.m. tomorrow?
Slept poorly, finally dozed off and dreamt that I was on vacation with Boyfriend’s permission with some kind of attractive but vapid dude who insisted I feel his rock hard abs and then kicked me out of our hotel room because my body is not completely hairless. Awakened at 5 a.m. with cramps, got up and took painkillers, dozed for another hour until Girl Kitty started attacking my hair. Oof.
People treat their houses horribly then expect to sell them for lots of money. Some of those houses also smell horribly. not a productive day of house hunting…
Sorry, might have been me. I have been going hardcore with the power tools lately and I do it with the garage open so the kids around the neighborhood get used to seeing a small woman handle power tools.
We like to make sure the garage is open when we’re in it for the gym. The dudes of the neighborhood usually lose some swagger when my wife lifts more than their max for reps. She’s also been able to talk to several of the younger girls about science and why you shouldn’t be afraid of being stronger than your boyfriend.
Beginning of meeting: “What’s a challenge you’re going to tackle this week, if you want to share?”
Reality: “if you want to share” is not optional. There’s a list, she’s checking off names to be sure everyone has spoken.
Also this 30 minute non-essential meeting is now 40+ minutes.
I mailed my friend some homecanned goods and apparently one jar chipped at the rim in transit. She didn’t notice until she wondered what she was chewing on that was so crunchy, and found glass in her mouth. I feel horrible. One worries about killing one’s friends and family with botulism, not with glass shards, when dealing with homecanning!