The Ex showed up last night to pick up the desk. He arrived promptly at 8:30, as the storm clouds rapidly closed in on our little town. He had an open pick-up truck he’d borrowed to transport the desk, and was anxious to get it loaded up so he could move it before the skies…

OK, back from the first trip to the dentists. The news isn’t nearly as bad as I expected, which is not to say it’s great news. I don’t know why I expect to get a full cleaning done last night. At any rate, it didn’t happen. What I got was a full initial consult. Which…

The Ex just called to announce he’s coming over TONIGHT to pick up the freaking desk. Which means he and The Professor are going to be there simultaneously. Thank heaven I couldn’t sleep last night and finished emptying the desk. This is not what I need after the freaking dental appointment, over which I am…

So, yes, this is Dentist Day, boys and girls, when Salamander is forcibly dragged out from under her rock and strapped into the dentist’s chair. I couldn’t sleep last night … ended up staying up past midnight washing my new dishware, packing the remnants of the old stoneware up, and emptying the contents of the…

My ex-husband is a pack rat. Not your average pack rat, mind you. He was almost pathologic in his inability to pass up the opportunity to obtain certain items. At one point in our married life we owned four tractors (one worked, some of the time), five cars (two worked, one was completely disassembled and…

The board I co-administer has one person on it who is very intelligent, articulate, funny, caring, active socially and politically, and who can push my buttons faster than Weird Al Yankowitz can push the buttons on an accordion. He believes the US should be negotiating with Afghan, and that the answer to America’s problems is…

Yup, it’s about the dishes again. Hopefully this pitiful saga is reaching a resolution. The Professor swore he was going to be better about the dishes after the shattered plates incident. I know I’m ruining the surprise ending by saying this, but like a fool I took him at his word. Last night I made…

Saw this in Moonridden’s diary. Being the test taking sucker I am, I went to the site straight-away. Turns out that, like MR, I too am David. Bummer. I really, really, really wanted to be Robot from Lost in Space. Or maybe Orac from Blake’s Seven. He was obnoxious, but at least he had attitude.

After I returned to the apartment complex after work yesterday, I went immediately to the management office to complain about the partially painted doors on my floor (they repainted the hallways last weekend, but neglected to put more than a sloppy base coat on the fire doors on my floor, and they look like crap)….

This morning I beat the alarm clock by about thirty seconds. Got up, fed the Warrior Princess in the master bathroom, fed the kitten in the main bathroom. Too many cats, too many special diets. Went out to the kitchen to give the Clueless Wonder his breakfast. Was greeted by two of my Pfaltzcraft plates…