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is that I forget how the damn thing works. Between that, and a criminal lack of sleep this week from the stress of these goddamn roofers, I had no idea what I was doing trying to get this fic up there this morning at the last minute. I'm surprised I got the newsletter out on time, but I did forget to put some links in there still. Oh well. Whatever. I'm so tired and fucked off about these roofers I don't even care. The last two days, these pricks have started in at 7am right above my bedroom, and yesterday they were banging around so badly they knocked one of my paintings off the wall and actually broke the frame. One of my paintings, as in one of the ones I did. So that's made me extra salty about it. I don't think it's going to be a difficult fix, but I'm pissed off about having to do it at all.
Tomorrow, my mother in law is coming up, and we're going to go out for lunch. I'm also going to see if I can get her to give me a ride to go get that ugly painting I bought last week to get framed, so I don't have to carry it. Even if it were just on canvas, without a frame, I'd be fine. But it's on plywood, so it needs to be in something before I hang it up, and I don't want to stick hardware directly to it even though it is just some cheap ugly thing I got at a second hand tat shop, because I don't want to risk damaging it for no reason. Then, when we get home from all that, we should be ready to do something incredibly stupid. Someone on Tumblr posted rules for a Taskmaster drinking game, and I showed my husband it mostly as a joke, but then we decided to actually do it. The other night we refined the rules a bit to make them a bit more cohesive since I think they were also written and posted as a joke, and then I typed them up and printed them out so we could have them on hand.
So while we're out tomorrow we're gonna pick up some rum, since all we have on hand is some terrible vodka, and see who taps out first. The only snag in this plan is I have therapy on Friday, so that's going to be a fun hangover to explain without looking utterly unhinged. But the last time I was in her office, I was ranting about my kitchen being full of haunted pinto beans, and I keep talking about having screaming matches with a spider, so honestly this is pretty low on the scale of unhinged behaviour I'll have brought in there.
I haven't been going on my walks the last few days, because I don't like going out when I feel like dogshit. But here are some photos from earlier in the week, from before they started pounding on my bedroom ceiling at fuck-off o'clock in the morning.
Three of them are just interesting things I happened across, and the corns are a collection of them I spotted in a window, because I happen to already have two of those items: the large bowl, and the salt and pepper shakers. I went in to check the price, but they wanted $90 for the whole set, which is a bit out of my price range at the moment for a set of stupid ceramic corn tat. If it's still there in a few weeks, I very well may come home with it though. This is the same shop that had the kitchen chairs I liked though, so now we'll see what I do. I don't need the chairs either, even though we liked the idea of having a few. But I do also like my tatty ceramic vegetables.
Tomorrow, my mother in law is coming up, and we're going to go out for lunch. I'm also going to see if I can get her to give me a ride to go get that ugly painting I bought last week to get framed, so I don't have to carry it. Even if it were just on canvas, without a frame, I'd be fine. But it's on plywood, so it needs to be in something before I hang it up, and I don't want to stick hardware directly to it even though it is just some cheap ugly thing I got at a second hand tat shop, because I don't want to risk damaging it for no reason. Then, when we get home from all that, we should be ready to do something incredibly stupid. Someone on Tumblr posted rules for a Taskmaster drinking game, and I showed my husband it mostly as a joke, but then we decided to actually do it. The other night we refined the rules a bit to make them a bit more cohesive since I think they were also written and posted as a joke, and then I typed them up and printed them out so we could have them on hand.
So while we're out tomorrow we're gonna pick up some rum, since all we have on hand is some terrible vodka, and see who taps out first. The only snag in this plan is I have therapy on Friday, so that's going to be a fun hangover to explain without looking utterly unhinged. But the last time I was in her office, I was ranting about my kitchen being full of haunted pinto beans, and I keep talking about having screaming matches with a spider, so honestly this is pretty low on the scale of unhinged behaviour I'll have brought in there.
I haven't been going on my walks the last few days, because I don't like going out when I feel like dogshit. But here are some photos from earlier in the week, from before they started pounding on my bedroom ceiling at fuck-off o'clock in the morning.
Three of them are just interesting things I happened across, and the corns are a collection of them I spotted in a window, because I happen to already have two of those items: the large bowl, and the salt and pepper shakers. I went in to check the price, but they wanted $90 for the whole set, which is a bit out of my price range at the moment for a set of stupid ceramic corn tat. If it's still there in a few weeks, I very well may come home with it though. This is the same shop that had the kitchen chairs I liked though, so now we'll see what I do. I don't need the chairs either, even though we liked the idea of having a few. But I do also like my tatty ceramic vegetables.
