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Nov. 4th, 2002 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Right, OK, so the thing I am the worst at when it comes to keeping a neat house is cleaning the fridge. But I went at it last night as part of my Grand Day Of Packing and now! Empty and Shiny and sure, I had to vaccum dog hair out of the freezer but dude, the way my dog sheds? I vaccum dog hair off the ceiling, out of the toilet tank and off the blinds.
But stupid, stupid me. I left the bag of discarded fridge stuff in the kitchen with the other bags of discarded stuff. And last night sometime, the cats, apparently as revenge because you know, I just didn't feed them the three cans and half-bag of cat food that they were hankering for before bed--ripped the bags open. And then the dog got in on the fun. The three of them ate a 1/2 lb of salmon that'd been in the freezer probably since March. 2 previously unopened but definitely expired things of sour cream. Peaches that were juuuust on this side of not-right. And lastly, they shredded a package of lite cream cheese, which I hate and won't eat ever so more power to 'em.
But yeah. So I should have put the bag in the trash thing right away instead of being lazy. But. Dude. Do I deserve to be punished with puddles of yogurt mixed with now unfrozen peas? With half-eaten, half-thawed fish? Arrrrgh. And now they're all going to be sick; how they weren't sick when I woke up is beyond me, man--
All right.
So this post was pure procrastination--I have to go pay the apartment guy all his first/last/security crap and then start moving some of my stuff. *shiver* I'm scared! I've lived on my own for the past year and a half but. I mean. Now I'll be all alone in a place where I can't even pretend my Mom and sister might be coming back! And. The pets are going to live at Mom's house. And I'll have real neighbors. And. And. Um. The packing is intense. And I'm scared!.
*deep breaths*
OK. Freak-out over. No, really. This is for the best. Yes. It is. Yes.
OK. Going to load the car now.
...........
Can I just come live with one of you guys? I promise, I'm generally neat, and quiet, and I have a cool computer and a growing collection of SDB stuff and a transparent phone and I'm a really good cook. And I won't interrupt your internet time because dude! Me too!
No? *sigh* All right then. Be that way. See if I come home this afternoon and write panicked!trickyfish for any of you. ;-P
Not that you'd want it anyway because how much would that suck? But. Yes.
OK. Really going now. Bye and all that.
Meep.
But stupid, stupid me. I left the bag of discarded fridge stuff in the kitchen with the other bags of discarded stuff. And last night sometime, the cats, apparently as revenge because you know, I just didn't feed them the three cans and half-bag of cat food that they were hankering for before bed--ripped the bags open. And then the dog got in on the fun. The three of them ate a 1/2 lb of salmon that'd been in the freezer probably since March. 2 previously unopened but definitely expired things of sour cream. Peaches that were juuuust on this side of not-right. And lastly, they shredded a package of lite cream cheese, which I hate and won't eat ever so more power to 'em.
But yeah. So I should have put the bag in the trash thing right away instead of being lazy. But. Dude. Do I deserve to be punished with puddles of yogurt mixed with now unfrozen peas? With half-eaten, half-thawed fish? Arrrrgh. And now they're all going to be sick; how they weren't sick when I woke up is beyond me, man--
All right.
So this post was pure procrastination--I have to go pay the apartment guy all his first/last/security crap and then start moving some of my stuff. *shiver* I'm scared! I've lived on my own for the past year and a half but. I mean. Now I'll be all alone in a place where I can't even pretend my Mom and sister might be coming back! And. The pets are going to live at Mom's house. And I'll have real neighbors. And. And. Um. The packing is intense. And I'm scared!.
*deep breaths*
OK. Freak-out over. No, really. This is for the best. Yes. It is. Yes.
OK. Going to load the car now.
...........
Can I just come live with one of you guys? I promise, I'm generally neat, and quiet, and I have a cool computer and a growing collection of SDB stuff and a transparent phone and I'm a really good cook. And I won't interrupt your internet time because dude! Me too!
No? *sigh* All right then. Be that way. See if I come home this afternoon and write panicked!trickyfish for any of you. ;-P
Not that you'd want it anyway because how much would that suck? But. Yes.
OK. Really going now. Bye and all that.
Meep.
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Date: 2002-11-04 08:09 am (UTC)I love this idea. When can I expect you?
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Date: 2002-11-04 06:01 pm (UTC)What disturbs me about your offer is the sling-shot thing. I mean. OK. The chaining-to-the-desk I can deal with, I've had that same plan for people. But I've never threatened to fling food at their heads. In fact, I've mostly offered to make them cookies and feed them ice cream 24/7. I think we'd have to negotiate on that end of things. *G*
But! *hugs* Thank you. :)
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Date: 2002-11-04 08:46 am (UTC)Except for the you don't know who I am and I live in another country part, everything should be great. ;P
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Date: 2002-11-04 05:47 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-11-04 07:31 pm (UTC);P
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Date: 2002-11-04 08:49 am (UTC)Deep breath, sweetie. It'll be okay :-)
And you can come live with me (tho' you already have other offers, I see -- but I *know* I'm closer than Merry!), if'n ya want.
Seriously, tho'... it'll be okay. You can do this! *hugs again*
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Date: 2002-11-04 05:43 pm (UTC)However. You also shouldn't be shocked if sometime in the next couple weeks, I IM you and tell you to call the paramedics THE SECOND I stop typing because there's a MONSTER in the closet and it's coming to GET me! Hee. *G*
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Date: 2002-11-04 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-04 05:38 pm (UTC)My mom keeps trying to be all, well, at least you won't have to be home on time to feed/walk the animals. You can be out all night without worries! But I'm like, noooooo. No bed warmers! No keyboard hoggers! No barking! *sniffle*
My sister can't have pets in NC either so we set up just this gigantic wall of dog photos in her apartment...a similar project will probably be attempted in mine.
Also, at least I work at the kennel. I can spend more time downstairs snuggling puppies to make up for the loss of home puppies. And the cat at work is already in my chair with me 7 hrs out of my shift, so. ;-)
It is gonna be tough though. It's the toughest part of this whole moving deal--
Well, besides rent. ;-)
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Date: 2002-11-04 10:26 am (UTC)Re: !!!!
Date: 2002-11-04 05:34 pm (UTC)You're coming over for dinner ASAP. You and Kerri and Becky. Nick can come if he brings his guitar. Corey if he brings Baska. We'll make too much stir-fry and scare my neighbors, it'll be great. ;-)
IM me and let me know when y'all will be home. I know probably not until Thanksgiving--unless you're doing the Echo 5 Thanksgiving? In which case not until Christmas?
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Date: 2002-11-04 03:27 pm (UTC)But really, besides all that? You're in. Sounds fun, huh?
And we won't mention the sniper attacks in the neighborhood now that they've been caught.
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Date: 2002-11-04 05:27 pm (UTC)Plus a dog that will eat anything edible and many things not as long as he can reach them. And he's big enough to reach most anywhere.
LOL. I have one of those dogs who'll eat absolutely anything--fortunately for me, the dog is small. She still gets up on top of the table and eats bread, etc, but. You know. Whatever. They're dogs, what else are they gonna do for entertainment, you know? Play chess? *G*
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Date: 2002-11-05 05:34 am (UTC)The pup's most recent meals? The newspaper which was still in the bag on the kitchen table. Guess he thought it was food, since it was in plastic. He did manage to leave the food section in the kitchen, though.
He also ate the bottom of a gift bag that a neighbor left hanging on the front door. Mmm, yummy baby clothes. Thankfully, he left them alone, although the bag was toast.
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Date: 2002-11-04 06:35 pm (UTC)Sounds like a good deal to me.