Archive for the ‘Life at Home’
Someone’s Ready for a Trip
We went out today to get bogart a new carry-on case for the plane, in preparation for our upcoming trip back east for the wedding. We tried this one out in the store and he ran in there and made himself at home. We’ve never seen him so excited about a carrier!
When we brought it [...]
Carpetboggled: Addendum
As I headed out of my building this morning at 7:30, I noticed that the note (see my May 8 post, below) was gone. These damn carpets aren’t going to get any respect now! But that’s what I like about this building - every so often, the condo manager or an irate resident posts a [...]
Carpetboggled
LTJ is on his game. In his response to my post from yesterday, he wondered why the carpets weren’t replaced back in March within a / within the week, as the note promised. I have no idea. I live in a highly dysfunctional building. But the association added to its legacy today. Taped to the front [...]
Just finishing up..
While Cool Jesus was out partying the night away with The Police, MP and I were busy cleaning up our apartment. It’s done… finally. We’ve had a number of delays and weekend activities that have prevented us from putting the finishing touches on our new abode, but we were finally able to do it this [...]
Operation Move: Complete
It has been a chaotic couple of days. It all began on Friday night with a forray of boxes and cleaning supplies strewn around the apartment and continued throughout the entire weekend. The movers were extremely prompt, and I’d highly encourage anyone living in the South Bay Area to use Go Pro Movers as they [...]
Just checking in
I’m relieved that CBS decided to renew ‘How I Met Your Mother’ for a third season. My man Petro, who is also a big fan, sent me the good news earlier today and I was probably more happy than I should have been, considering it’s “just a TV show.” Having such a clutch show on Monday [...]
One happy family
I don’t like my neighbors. On one side of me is a married couple a little older than Swedish Girl and me. On the other side of me is a man? A woman? One of each? I have no idea, as their shades and blinds are always closed and I don’t think I’ve ever seen them. [...]
