It only occurred to me yesterday, when my Mom called to ask if I’d been sick and out of office for the past two days, that while I’ve been LJing like a fiend recently, the only entries I made for Wednesday and Thursday were locked.
To clear up outstanding issues from earlier in the week, JVL did not get the plague, we have watched one more episode of The O.C. (now finished disc 5), I made dinner again last night, revealing a disturbing lack of sauces in the house (we’re out of honey mustard! and PC Memories of Thailand!! and Taco beef seasoning!!!), we’ve been staying off the coffee except for this morning’s treat from Justin of Starbucks Chai Lattes (do those count?), the cold sore wasn’t that bad and is fading fast, and I still like labradorite, especially as part of jewellery. Moonstone and opal are pretty cool, too.
Wednesday’s lost entry was a thrilling, tear-jerking, heart-pounding exploration of insurance rates for condo contents in Toronto, which I locked as private to prevent anyone having an inadvertant aneurysm (what a good band name!) while reading adjustment statistics.
Thursday I was doing research for a good cause, posting potential MLS real estate options for
Last night I got home a little early from work, sanded down and caulked the stairwell (
Can anyone tell me why my Outlook calendar gave me a popup telling me it was
That Tricksy’s birthday WAS this day last year, but he changed it. Cause he’s a sneaky one, Mssr. Balatro.
I am not sneaky. JUst a little bit older and wiser. Today is my birthday, 10/11 is my alias’ birthday.
-caellum
That’s sneaky. You can’t confuse your elders like that, it’s just not fair!
I believe you just wanted an October birthday like all the other cool people!
Happy birthday, sweetie. *smoooch*
You are insanely confusing, but I love you anyway.
… why that one condo has been on the market for 170-ish days. That’s kind of unusual in this city, where my two beloved condos turned over in less than 48 hours.
Also, I’m curious about the Econdos in the Distillery District/hood. That’s just kind of an odd neighbourhood in general, isn’t it?
Happy birthday, Francis Franklin Francompoop!!!
Many joyous happy returns of the day.
*birthday smooch with extravagantly red lipstick on the forehead*
Because I forced you to bring me chocolate.
Dude, if you want company to go see it and ask the hard-hitting questions like, “was anyone murdered here?”, “are there killer bees roosting in the air ducts?”, “is this neighborhood a regular zombie hang-out?” and “does fecal matter sometimes erupt from the plumbing?” I am your woman. I’d be happy to do a viewing with you, if your realtor sets one up. Just give me a call or post and let me know when, m’kay?
… for Tuesday evening. Not sure on the time or where we’re meeting yet (seeing both the one on Dalhousie and the ones at The Esplanade), but if you want to tag along, fo’ sho’ – though time is of the essence, as I’ve got to be at Indian Hut for as close to 6:15pm as earthly possible…
Yes, you performed the popular “lindt-mus” test to confirm my aliveness.
Ha! Get it? Lindt-mus! Oh, I am ON FIRE!
Can do, as long as I am on campus for class at 7pm sharp!
School = not optional.
if there are zombies, I think it might put a crimp in any plans I had to visit Chrissy, ever.
Zombies=bad
For me, I could deal with the zombies. I’ve watched enough Resident Evil and TimeSplitters to know that it’s nothing a little baseball bat and rapid-fire laser-sight Desert Eagle action can’t clear up. “Aim for the head”, as they say. Even the murder wouldn’t be so bad, as long as the corpse is no longer on the premises, like in CSI, where it’s potentially in the walls or stuffed in the water filtration tank. No, my issue would for sure be the killer bees, because where the hell are you going to find an exterminator who will deal with that shit? And speaking of shit, the fecal matter explosions would be somewhat of a deterrant, too, unless the deal was conditional on some immediate plumbing resolution to the spewing crap coming from any and all faucets or drains involved. And a thorough visit from Molly Maid.