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In the middle of the US, we just finished with some record rains. Yesterday, I removed over 300 gallons (like a billion liters) out of my leaking basement. Not complaining as others around me have it much worse. The wife and I were looking at some shelving and moving stuff around and found something interesting. We've been married for fifteen and a half years and lived in two apartments and two houses. We found a wedding present that has never been removed from the box. So she opened it up and said it was just what she wanted. Now the wet floor doesn't matter because she has her fancy pitcher for water.
Something similar happened to my (then) wife and I. Among the wedding gifts was a coffee maker. So said the box (you know where this is going.) We even sent out a "Thank you for the lovely coffee maker" card. We don't drink coffee.
A couple years later, we were moving, and I found the unopened coffee maker in the closet. I decided to open it. Lo-and-behold, inside the box was a really nice set of crystal drinking glasses.
Now the wet floor doesn't matter because she has her fancy pitcher for water.
So you have a baseball player to hold your water?
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible." - Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
Ok, actually it was a year ago the day before yesterday. I moved out of the parental house to my own!
Before going to sleep yesterday it suddenly dawned on me how different my day was from a year ago.
A year ago my house was pretty empty, I was still tidying and cleaning up the place.
I did grocery shopping and I had no idea what I'd cook for myself.
Not to mention that I was in between jobs. I had taken Christmas off and I'd start at a new company in January.
The new job also meant a pay cut, but the new house meant a rise in costs. I had no idea how much money I'd have left at the end of the month...
That day, yesterday a year ago, was my first full day in my own house. Not a day with doubt or insecurity, but a day where everything was different nonetheless.
Now, a year later, my house is a little less empty, I'm not worrying about what I'll eat, I've got a cat, the house feels like home, and everything's going well at my new job.
Felt pretty good
In 20 years I'll be living in a most luxurious villa, having wealth that will put Bill Gates to shame
Anyway, that's 20 years from now. I might have changed my name by then, so don't be surprised if you never hear from me
you're supposed to chat them up, not use Rohypnol!
Not sure if best or worst dating advice I ever got...
Only when the door is open... When I close it she wants to get back in asap. It's winter now and I'm not leaving the door open while she's outside... So she's not going outside
Gardening is not your strong suit then?
It's a necessary evil. I got it with the house (and with 'got' I mean 'paid dearly').
I've sold the tiles and I hired someone to make a path. I only need to get the weeds out of the way and sow some grass... It doesn't look very neat, but at least it's now identifiable as a garden
But a little green in the back does look nice