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susandennisI have one BECU account that I keep empty because the others pay higher interest. So why did I pick the empty one to use for my IRS estimated payment? Am I not old enough to bank? If stuff truly comes in threes, I am living in fear. Happily, it appears that BECU forgives me with no fine and the IRS is just pending. I put the correct amount into the empty account. Thankfully, I have enough to cover all this banking crapoly but geeshs.
I love leftovers. So much. I had some kind of pile of potato's and eggs and bacon and onions yesterday that was fabulous. But soon much. I bought it home and this morning warmed it up and it was FABULOUS SQUARED.
I am 75 and 1/2 years old. I had my last period about two decades ago but now I am having hot flashes! WTF? Not sweat bucket ones but whew, it's hot in here ones. I have the thermostat set for 68 and various thermometers around the apartment all of which read 70 tops and usually 68 and 69. How in the fuck can I be hot?
My old friends are fucking up my algorithms. When they want me to look up something, Google thinks I have a new interest. Hazel and John were arguing over the difference between marmalade and jam. Myna is currently obsessed with arranging and paying for her own cremation. Bonny wanted to know if her hair person had a website. Now Google thinks I'm desperate for jelly ads, need the latest on death decisions and want to know all about high end hair people in Bellevue. At least I am getting far fewer bras for giant boob ads.
Myrna has a son and a daughter. Her daughter is married to a Trump idiot who went through a particularly nasty family bought when one of his parents died. Her son has less than zero use for his brother in law. So she is all over getting everything settled and paid for and outlined in detail for when she dies. She wants to make sure there is no question about who gets what and what she wants. And she particularly does not want her son to have to battle her daughter's husband.
She is finding a lawyer to review everything but now she wants to line up and pay for crematory services. I brushed it off the first few times she mentioned it but then finally did look up and find a place here in town and gave her the number. I suspect, I'll be dealing with that place today. Oh the drug/doctor thing worked out great. The doctor's office called her yesterday "She was just as nice as she could be." Whew.
And John's blue light is still blinking so he's a Very Happy Irishman.
This morning's swimming thoughts... I've been complaining too much. I need to stop it. Starting right now, I need to quit complaining about complaining!
I need a ballpoint sewing machine needed to finish my hemming. I gave away a box of them last Monday. Why in the heck didn't I hold one one or two??? Geesh. Amazon is bringing today. So sewing is delayed. Washing however is just about done and ready to hang/fold. My washing machine tells me when it needs soap and it tells me with a perfect runway. "your soap will run out in 8 washes". That's a good 2-3 weeks for me. Plus I have a little on hand. Thank you, washer/dryer.
Today will be knitting and TV and just enjoying stuff.
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I love leftovers. So much. I had some kind of pile of potato's and eggs and bacon and onions yesterday that was fabulous. But soon much. I bought it home and this morning warmed it up and it was FABULOUS SQUARED.
I am 75 and 1/2 years old. I had my last period about two decades ago but now I am having hot flashes! WTF? Not sweat bucket ones but whew, it's hot in here ones. I have the thermostat set for 68 and various thermometers around the apartment all of which read 70 tops and usually 68 and 69. How in the fuck can I be hot?
My old friends are fucking up my algorithms. When they want me to look up something, Google thinks I have a new interest. Hazel and John were arguing over the difference between marmalade and jam. Myna is currently obsessed with arranging and paying for her own cremation. Bonny wanted to know if her hair person had a website. Now Google thinks I'm desperate for jelly ads, need the latest on death decisions and want to know all about high end hair people in Bellevue. At least I am getting far fewer bras for giant boob ads.
Myrna has a son and a daughter. Her daughter is married to a Trump idiot who went through a particularly nasty family bought when one of his parents died. Her son has less than zero use for his brother in law. So she is all over getting everything settled and paid for and outlined in detail for when she dies. She wants to make sure there is no question about who gets what and what she wants. And she particularly does not want her son to have to battle her daughter's husband.
She is finding a lawyer to review everything but now she wants to line up and pay for crematory services. I brushed it off the first few times she mentioned it but then finally did look up and find a place here in town and gave her the number. I suspect, I'll be dealing with that place today. Oh the drug/doctor thing worked out great. The doctor's office called her yesterday "She was just as nice as she could be." Whew.
And John's blue light is still blinking so he's a Very Happy Irishman.
This morning's swimming thoughts... I've been complaining too much. I need to stop it. Starting right now, I need to quit complaining about complaining!
I need a ballpoint sewing machine needed to finish my hemming. I gave away a box of them last Monday. Why in the heck didn't I hold one one or two??? Geesh. Amazon is bringing today. So sewing is delayed. Washing however is just about done and ready to hang/fold. My washing machine tells me when it needs soap and it tells me with a perfect runway. "your soap will run out in 8 washes". That's a good 2-3 weeks for me. Plus I have a little on hand. Thank you, washer/dryer.
Today will be knitting and TV and just enjoying stuff.
Shelf
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