Vague warnings are my favourite warnings.
Every time I start to feel like a functional adult, something stupid comes up and proves the contrary.
The most recent example of this is the fact that the fluorescent light in our bathroom is on its last legs, and I don’t have the slightest idea how to go about replacing it. What kind do I need, where are they sold, how can I get the old one out safely and what do I do with it after that? Also, why did I post the above picture?
Nate and I had it in our heads that we’d seen spare bulbs somewhere when we moved in here. It turned out we were thinking of the storage room at his last place, but didn’t realize until I double-checked every closet here.
On my second pass, I thought I’d struck gold on the weird, high, mostly useless shelf in the bedroom; a long white cylinder. I think by now it’s obvious that this tube did not contain lightbulbs. Oh Massive Marley, I’m sure the previous tenant misses you terribly!
Thanks to Sarah, now our cat is immortal!
This new follower offers just the confidence boost I’ve been looking for!
I have to remember not to keep these in the same bowl as my blood oranges.
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A thing I learned at work today is that this is what happens to mustard packets when you leave them in a filing cabinet drawer for 11 months. How’s that for professional development?
I was so overwhelmed with glee at this event that it was all I could do not to squeal like a tea kettle the entire time. So informative and entertaining! I learned more about her work that I have already seen, and things I still need to/must see, and most importantly, I picked up a lot of nuances to aid in my future Kathleen Turner vocal impressions. (actually I’m pretty sure/hoping I’ll end up naturally sounding like her in a few years anyway) Tip: more laugh snorting than you’d expect!
This is important!
Not sure how I was supposed to type this. Is that a hand sanitizer dispenser?