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Originally Posted by GiofromNJ
have a better day -- inventor was a guy.
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Doesn't mean he wasn't a bitch! I'm supposed to be making hoods for the chairs, I have eight of them so I need a minimum of ten hoods and operating a sewing machine clearly is not a talent of mine. I'm a reasonable person, so of course instead of learning finally how to do this shit, I'll just blame the inventor and bribe the kids to do it for me.
Something good did come out of this day!
Squerrils get a ton of credit for their habit of stashing food, since nobody ever remembers they forget over 90% of their stashes. Apparently I'm like a squerril.
Everyone in our family except me has a severe candle allergy. I burn them everywhere, the flames are just too damn cute and over the years everyone has endured a ton of time hauling them around and hanging them up, setting them up, down, on the walls, to the floors, building tiny snow castles for them, icing trees so candles could light them up... I'm sure I'm forgetting some of the torture my poor family has endured due to me but they can hash it all out in therapy after I die in a weird stearine accident.
Today I honestly was just trying to find a a fabric, and I found a huge box marked with a label "marriage licence and other important papers." I knew for a fact I wouldn't have bothered to save anything like that, so I dug up the box and I found my beautiful, rusty, crooked candle thingies! I completely forgot to refinish the table and redo the sides because I was too busy installing, cleaning and finding more treasures.
I'm so going to end up alone, bitter, under a pile of weird tables but in a well light room maybe even tonight. The spouse will not be pleased.