London calling

I often joke about the cleaning fairy, or backing a dumpster up to the house and pushing half of our stuff out of the windows directly into it. Ahhhh.

Seems the universe heard my plea -- a transatlantic move is just the impetus needed to purge. Purge. Purge!


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Phthbbbt.

Just lost my post, damnit. And iPhone wants to spellcheck my curse to dammit. Damnit.

Curtains

Dear Naked Guy:

When you live in a home that sits on property bounded by route 9 in Wellesley, keep in mind that there are people going by in cars a paltry 200 feet away. I suppose, were I driving, I would be focused on the road but alas I was a passenger and therefore able to look around. And I saw you, butt cheeks --and all, thanks to your strategically placed mirror.

Might I recommend curtains? Frosted glass? A bathrobe?

Whaddya mean, I have to wait?!?

Online banking. 24/7 access to my account(s). Unless, of course, their server is hung. Heaven forfend I should be required to actually pick up the phone and talk to someone.

It's not as if I don't have other things I could be doing -- laundry, dishes, prepping dinner -- but I had decided this was the time I was going to devote to matters financial use to justify sitting on my butt while still completing a chore.