You and another person (spouse, significant other, roommate, whatever) share housecleaning duties, including doing the dishes. You agree that you will alternate washing the dishes: you do the dishes today...turn to do the dishes. OR b) you "took their turn": yesterday you did "your" dishes, today you did a favor by doing "their" dishes, and so tomorrow you're back to doing "your" dishes. Explain why.

The cramps, they hate me. My digestive tract, it hates me also. This morning was miserable . I went back to bed and that was miserable too, for about half an hour. I was lying on my back, alternating...are-killing-me tea. I may yet call my parents. I've had the nagging feeling for about two weeks that it's necessary, but I just can't bring myself to deal with the bullshit that will inevitably arise

Today was supposed to be dedicated to three tasks: 1. Getting my spiritual direction business website into something resembling a functional state 2. Creating an altar for Inanna in my bedroom - across...7:45pm, but everything else has taken longer than expected. I need to have a light snack and head upstairs so I can meet that commitment. There will be dancing. I'm trying to not let that worry me

My kitchen is piled high with dirty dishes, recycling that needs to be taken out, and the rotisserie I have to return to my parents. My daughter's laundry is on the floor in front of the washer and drier...be changed. My parents' air mattress is still on the floor of my upstairs office -- which does not yet look like a consulting space. And I was doing so well there for a few months. . . . *sig

Thusday: Haunted House (sorry Jaelyn, it's a PIRATE SHIP ;))- I screamed like a little girl. The TNG group was well accounted for, as well as the oldies - or would it be less offensive to call them "classics"...be, but with the jam I put on the top before baking, that makes them yum-diferous. Yes, I'm being domestic. Dan mentioned it mid-scene, and it made me blush. Yes, I'm trying to own my domestic bliss

A longer entry would have been forthcoming but after the evening I've just had, I'm just going to have to leave it for another day. I decided to come home for the weekend. Through a series of events...though? As I type this our other cat Poppy, Lily's daughter, is curled up on my lap, fast asleep with not the faintest idea that her mother has just died. I wish I could share the ignorance of a cat. 

Let's say I have $1,000 to play with. Would it be wise to make a solid investment in a CD or put the money into a savings account?

Ah, this is great...I love cold, rainy days. I'm drinking vanilla chai, making dreads, and watching old movies. I just watched Arsenic and Old Lace and Harvey the other day, but I'm watching them again... like them, obviously, but you know what I mean. The odd dead bodies and attempts to have you committed might not be so much fun, but damn if they weren't sweet old things otherwise. :-)

I did my washing today and surprisingly I managed not to ruin anything or shrink anything so I'm counting it as a win. Although the tote bag I use to keep washing in and lug it to the laundry room is big...reading happy-making things like mcshep and reports about the Twilight movie (because Twilight is one of my guilty pleasures and still has the ability to make my week) apparently there will be sparkling

So, we come to university. Big learning institution of intelligence and stretching brains, as well as of boozy times, randomness, procrastination and other equally useless things. You'd think as a student...avoid kitchen rush hour in flat 12, though two of the girls here are part-catered, which relieves it a bit :S I have become an intensely domestic individual, now... It's slightly worrying.