Posted on 08/21/2008 10:54:36 AM PDT by submarinerswife
Can someone help?
I Freep in between loads as we haven’t got TV right now. I’m not missing it alot either.
I don’t care what you say...I’d never try to put anything in anyone else’s drawers....that’s really asking for trouble. (Unless they’re asleep.)
Just think of all the fun, excitement and surprises you’re missing out on!
The strange creepy crawlies that may appear or reappear as the case may be.
Oh. Right.
In the middle of the night, he hears, “Testing: 1...2...3”
That will look really good on the Police Report when he’s called 911 and I have to fill in the blanks...
(When required to wash clothes, Robt finds that St Ronnie requires that he uses three laundry baskets: One for grody (used to be) whites, one for grody blue and black stuff, and one for the clean stuff - after it comes out of the dryer.
The white stuff keeps getting washed until it is more white than when it started. The it goes in the dryer.
The dirty blue and black stuff keeps getting washed until the water is no longer grey. Then it goes in the dryer.
Once dry, the clothes is dumped in the clean clothes laundery basket.
(What is this strange thing called “folding” of which you speak? Is it some curious female “sorting” and “gathering” ritual? Is it related to this “ironing board” that I remember seeing sometimes?)
(By the way, it is much easier when all of your socks are white. Or black.)
You have to hide the phones. All of them. Some people don’t like surprises.
Wait. I’m confused.
Didn’t you devise the labyrinthine corridors and hidden crypts that the zombies, dust bunnies, and basilisks use?
Didn’t you also require a GSP in order to do all this when we first began the renovations? (After Stag and Rexxie broke through the back wall of the Smoky Backroom.)
Time flies when you’re having fun...maybe.
Folding is a ritual Hubby insists on......unless it’s his socks. Then he knows not to push his luck.
Dryer buzzed. It’s the SOCKS. *shudder*
Um...
Golly. Hot water sets stains of all kinds.
Cold water doesn’t.
If your clothes are not coming out of the washer CLEAN, it’s because your detergent is too weak. It has nothing to do with the water temp.
Wimmins “way back then” boiled water when they washed linens because it was the only way they could make the lye work on the white things. If the clothes got so dirty they couldn’t rinse clean, they were used as rags.
Some guys like the folds in their clothes to be in straight lines. Some don’t care.
For the ones who do, “folding” comes into play.
I never buy any sock brand I don’t already have.
My daughter buys socks according to everyone’s age and size.
Hers are pink. Her hubby’s have gray toes. Her son’s socks have gray toes and heels. Her step-son’s socks have short tops. Her step-daughter’s socks are all pink and/or purple.
So.
OHNO!!!
NOT THE SOCKSSSS??????
*shudder*
Hubby's on the phone. It's a nightly ritual that we talk while he drives home.
What a great thing to do ~~ chatting while one is on the way home.
I’ll let you go, then, and you can devote your time to him.
*HUG*
Hugs!
Folks yawn because for some reason, their bodies aren’t getting enough oxygen. Go stand outside and talk to him!
:o]
A simple answer: No.
Essentially, the "lower areas" were developed as traces of ores were followed by the tunnelers. Metal ores removed were converted into bracing and support structures to replace the rapidly diminishing presence of rock.
Another area that was unintentionally convenient for us was the limit imposed by the fracture zone. You see, it appears we built our Castle on the site of an old meteor crater, which gave us the dimensions that resulted in the present outer hull.
We simply built a bowl-shaped containment vessel comprising the Castle and grounds, the diminishing physical rock presence, and the somewhat haphazard layout of tunnels and grottoes underground.
One complication we hadn't anticipated was that our originating meteor was anything but normal. My contention is that it is the remnant of a small star-traveling vessel, perhaps only a lifeboat. But the only technological evidence for that possibility is the presumed presence of some forms of nanobots, which even after all this time and calamity, are still mindlessly trying to accomplish their original programming.
For me, this explains why corridors and stairways don't always take you to the same place when you try to follow the same path. Imagine that you are walking through a large office building, filled with corridors and doorways that are sometimes accessible to you and sometimes not. Unless you know how to open the doors, you are faced with simply following the choices that someone else has provided. Under such a circumstance, how could you not become disoriented?
You see? There's always a scientific explanation. Of course, you may notice that I haven't tried to explain the presence of zombies and dust-bunnies. I'm still working on that.
Ah.
Very good, Bob.
Nap, Sunday School, supper, and then the internet was off here. I’m back now, briefly. DP is watching “Antiques Roadshow.”
(You must be a writer. I can see no other logical explanation for your embellished explanations.)
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