House update: Thursday

[electricland]

My aunt reports:

Today for lunch, Carol, Ken, John, Dan and I had club
sandwiches, plus grilled cheese and pickle.

Ken and Carol, unable to resist the lure of hooliganism, yesterday and
this morning wired plugs and switches. Carol said it was mindless and
satisfying. Will return as new wiring opportunities arise.

William mudded and taped, fixed a bulls-eye on one wall, and worked on the
first floor floor. Dan also worked on first floor floor.

John wired a receptacle, discussed repairs to the bay windows, and bought
beer.

Cheers, Helen

I want to be working on the house! Saturday, I guess.

Comments

[raithen.livejournal.com]

when I was a kid and could still eat dairy products, I LOVED grilled cheese sandwiches. When I was about 3, my parents would take me to a restaurant. I would INSIST on having a menu of MY OWN to "read" (cept for the part where I couldn't actually read that - i still WANTED to be able to, dammit!, and I was damn skippy gonna look like all the adults) and choose from. Apparently, I would study the menu intently. And when the waiter came to the table to take our order, I would say, very precisely, "I would like a grilled cheese sandwich, please." Didn't matter whether or not it was on the menu, I wanted my grilled cheese!

*sigh* that is the one thing I really miss since my body has rebelled against dairy products. For a while, I could tolerate goat's cheese and refound the love, but then this traitorous body decided even that pleasure would result in GI distress, so no more.