Mom is coming home tomorrow from the rehab center!!! And so I decided to make sure walk in tub with the lil jets was uber clean and ready for her cause when you've been in a coma/icu/hospital/rehab center over the course of just 3 (!) weeks, you want a nice bath I assume. And this is when I made a Golden Girls sitcom level mistake.

Instructions to clean the jets: fill, add 1 cup bleach and 1 tablespoon dishwasher detergent. Turn on jets, and let run 15 minutes.

This time around, I didn't have liquid dishwasher detergent. Just pods. But I eyeballed it and it looked like about a tablespoon of powder and it's basically the same thing, right? So I tossed the pod in and overconfidently set it to run.

10 mins later, dad knocks on the door. "You ok in there?"

Me, sweating and frantically attempting to bale a Fezzik-sized mountain of foam from the bathtub to the sink: YES I AM FINE, EVERYTHING IS FINE, ALL OK IN HERE

Narrator: it was not fine

Dad: *opens the door and finds me holding a glob of foam the size of a baby head in my hands*

Me:

Dad:

Me:

Dad, with a long suffering sigh: do you want me to get you a plastic stick to try to stir the foam?

Me: that would be great thank you

*Not what you think is best for the environment or general accessibility: what you like best and find most useful.

1959 Hotpoint Dishwasher

Even working from home is emotionally bad for you and I will stand by that. “I love the freedom of WFH tho!” The problem here is working (presumably white collar jobs if you can work from home to begin with) for employers who refuse you the freedom to leave the office for urgent non-emergencies or doctors appointments etc etc etc. The problem is the bosses!!! (Or capitalism at large but unless you have a magic wand that could whisk our whole economic system away just like that, as much as i would love for that to happen, that’s not really realistic as a response here!)

YOU GUYS THIS HOUSE WE ARE MOVING INTO IS LIKE INSANE FUCKING NICE IM LOSING MY MIND!!!

Today I put a terracotta bowl that clearly said safe for microwave on the bottom in the microwave to melt some chocolate and it turns out it wasn't "safe" for the freaking "microwave" and something started to melt, I think the layer of gloss varnish, and so I accidentally ate half a teaspoon of melted chocolate and toxic, liquified varnish before realizing what was going on!! OwO

All this just to say: DO NOT TRUST WHAT THEY SAY ON THE BOTTOM OF TERRACOTTA BOWLS.

i was gonna write today but then my washing machine AND my dishwasher broke within THREE HOURS OF EACH OTHER last night so it's looking like instead of writing about bily yoongi i will have to be a bily yoongi today.

I have this whole week off and it will mostly be used for house decorating but I decided to make today my treating myself day and it has felt sooo luxurious

i wish i could have a silly little day on tumblr but I have to read my 80 page HOA document to see if the boomer condominium overlords will ALLOW me to get my new dishwasher (that i bought on black friday like a true, miserable adult marching towards death) DELIVERED AND INSTALLED on the 23rd as expected or if I have to cancel the delivery because there are too many rules for me to abide by and my soul is simply too tired to jump through the necessary hoops to comply.

Saw your tags on that post about swamp milkweed about having trouble getting it started--you may already know this, but milkweed seeds need light to germinate! They only need a light dusting of soil on top of them (and putting them somewhere with a lot of light helps!); if you can't see the seed through the soil, it's buried a little too deep. They basically want to be laying flat on the surface of the soil rather than poked down into it, with just enough soil on top to help them retain moisture. Yes this does make it kind of annoying to manage moisture because you don't really want them drying out either (sorry 😭) but I hope this helps!! I mention it because this is the most common issue I see with people trying to grow milkweeds from seed. They also want 4 weeks of cold stratification (cool temperatures like in a fridge while also being in contact with moist soil; you can plant your seeds, pop the whole pot in a ziplock/cover it with cling wrap, and just refrigerate it for a few weeks) so don't forget to do that!

You know

it's really funny

because i like to call myself the self-proclaimed milkweed queen of tumblr (at least on my gardening blog but still)

And yet

I

constantly fucking forget about the light thing

IDK if that'll fix all my problems (the soil at my house is pretty sandy so I think that's the problem when it comes to transplanting at least) but regarding getting those little shits to germinate??? that might be the ticket

(one of the other problems I face sometimes is the seeds deciding to mold when they're in the fridge cold stratifying, i lost a good chunk of seeds to that last year but i don't see any signs of it happening yet this year so fingers crossed everyone)

god i love having roommates 🩷🩷🩷

It’s a wonderful evening. The day was a bit of a roller coaster.

Domestically, I washed, dried, and folded laundry. Most of you hate doing that stuff, but I actually like it. Helps that I can work on it between work meetings. When I finished making and eating a healthy, big ass salad for lunch, I carefully placed cutting boards, knives, silverware, and of course a big ass salad bowl in the dishwasher’s few open spaces. It left just enough room for tonight’s dinner plate and the beer glass pictured here. Right before bed I’ll add detergent and press the start button. Ahhhh. It’s better than taking a melatonin tablet.

Work was a whole other matter. Big Installation Weekend approaches. Thursday means last minute validation -- not my feelings, but months of work. There’s always the guy who screams “It’s not working. This can’t install!” Someone has to research, then gently explain that if he places fish in the tank and birds in the cage (as clearly defined in the requirements and test plans) and not the other way around, it actually does work. At the end of the day everything was good, but it felt like walking barefoot on glass to get there.

The weather is terrific. All the house windows are open. I”m sitting outside in a plaid short sleeve shirt, grilling and drinking beer. The dogs are terribly conflicted, wanting to bark as passers-by at the front gate, yet worried they might miss out on a French fry back at the patio table.

On my little Weber grill I made a “deluxe pub burger” purchased less than an hour ago from the butcher shop. The beer, from 3 Floyds Brewing and poured into a glass from Truckee Brewing, is Zombie Dust UPA. You probably know that IPA is India Pale Ale. New to me is the Undead Pale Ale.

Get you some friends like these girls!! 🥰

we never really learned any practical skills when we were young and my mom is so overworked that I don't even know why. I wasn't even doing my own laundry as a teenager. I could totally have done that. mostly I'm thinking cooking? oh wait it's because my mom didn't know how to cook either. and HER mom didn't know because HER mom died when she was young. on my paternal side my grandma was also a disaster. served those kids burned food every night. so we kind of had to make do on our own. I DO know how to clean tho 😊 edit: just thought about it no I don't fuckin know how to clean. besides the very basics I know that you don't spray the glass directly when wiping it and that's IT

it was super slow at work today so i got sent home 4 hours early and i am exhausted bc i haven’t had a day off in over 3 weeks so i’m gonna BLAST my music and clean my house before my partner gets home bc i’m a week behind on my cleaning