h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

i don't think Agnes suffers from multiple personalities as well, so kindly disregard the Agnes Agnes

I broke one of the floor bolts on our toilet.

How did that happen?

No, don't tell us! *Puts hands over ears.*

I use frames as well. But it's still two things to remember when I hit the reply button.

And while I certainly *can*, not when I'm in crunch-time-finish-school-work-before-Thanksgiving-break-mode.

Let's hear it. How did you break the toilet?

[lil]

To answer an earlier question from albatross, unless you typee three dots or spaces into the subject header, it automatically heads your post with the header of the post you are replying to. Make sense?

My trick, as you see, when I have things to talk about at any length, is to post to the subject header game first and then post ellipses and chat.

I also want to hear how the bolt broke.

Well done, Hypatia! You'll have a much more relaxing time at home with cat and mother and pie. Where will Lady Chattingly be?

Harper's magazine has arrived. I think I'll take a few hours off this afternoon with some pretzels and cream cheese and the zine. I have a custom print to create first.

Lady C will be at her daughter's house. Yes, much more relaxing. And Mother won't have to wear her coat.

[fg]

Well it turns out that my cat is a girl after all.

The lady from the Blue Cross came around to inspect my house today. Anyway it was all ok. She then gave me a lift to the centre so I visit Timmy. She told me a lots about house training him after four months in a cattery, and then asked to see fluff the snake, whom she was very impressed with.

She's lovely though. A big ball of fluff at the moment. And very friendly, well until she gets bored of being stroked when she takes a swipe at you. Though I'm sure it will take a while for her to settle in, she's been in a cattery since August. And in her previous home she never went outside, but the staff at the centre think that she'd like to, she apparently keeps looking outside in a longing manner.

Adopting pets from charities is a lot more complex than I thought. It involves.

1. An interview
2. A home inspection
3. Visiting the pet twice
4. And then paying £45 for him.

Still he-she comes with six weeks of pet insurance, free animal behvaiour advice for life, spraying and microchipping, so it's awfully good value really.

*presumes Z means spaying rather than spraying*

Sorry to disappoint but, there was nothing really spectacular about the breaking of the bolt. It was an old bolt that had rusted almost completely through, it was bound to happen eventually.

My house is all but ready for Thanksgiving now, I'll do some touchups on wednesday.

Had a buddy of mine that lived in a rent house. The landlord had built the 2nd floor bathroom himself, and it was a bit rustic. My buddy liked to rock back and forth, no matter where he happened to be. So he's on the toilet, reading a magazine and rocking away, when he happens to hear this crack come from the floor. The next thing he knew, the toilet had broken through the floor and hurtled to the ground below. Fortunately he managed to jump up when he felt it shift, or he would have gone with it.

I made strawberry bread yesterday. It 'twas very yummy... If I think about it, I'll post the recipe this weekend. It's very simple - all you need is one of those packages of frozen strawberries, eggs, sugar, flour, oil, and cinnamon.

R. even ate some of it, which either means he's getting more daring, or I'm becoming a better cook. I'm making palak paneer tonight - the cheese is all waiting for me to fry up. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it! I'm not sure what it is about the cold weather, but I love to cook, and I only do it when it's cold. Cookies, breads, brownies, all those start happening when the temperature drops.

Well, I did something spectacularly stupid today. I was exiting the parking lot at the YMCA, which requires a token. I managed to drop the token, and couldn't find it. So I figured I'd just reach out the window and lift up the gate arm, and drive the car under. It worked really well, and I was congratulating myself on my cleverness. Then I pull into the parking lot at the office and turn off the car, and a horrible grating sound emanates from the back of the car. I managed to bend my !@#$ radio antenna with the gate arm. It's one of those retractable ones. So in an attempt to save 50¢, I've just cost myself $125. Argh argh grr gnash, as Agapanthus would say.

I think I'll console myself by dying my hair. Something different, like strawberry blonde. I'm feeling very beige.

I think that kind of automobile damage requires something more drastic, Lentilla. I'm seeing fire engine red hair.

*SC skids to a stop in front of the sofa* "Hi Az, great to see you!" And a big "Hi, how are you!" to SameDude, as well".

Lentilla, I'm curious as to why Strawberry Blonde is considered beigy? (I have that color, and I'm just about dull enough to be considered "beigy," so...would love to hear the connection! )


WA, I think I must agree about the header story and the posts...I'll go in and reconfigure my Goo, maybe that'll help?

"Matina, I desperately need some , please! Thank you! Freddy has been threatening my peace all day..."



SC

Good night all.

[tartaronne]

'ning on a cold, frosty morning. I'll go chop some wood.