The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 04: Come On In

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As part of my effort to finish part-written stories while I can and I'm still around, a new oggbashan story was published today:

https://www.literotica.com/s/auditions-two

I've been seeing your name pop up a lot lately in the new romance stories posted, I'm going to have take the time to read them!

I saw your post a few days ago and meant to reply, and promptly forgot.

But years ago I had twins, my surviving one just turned 14 last month. I had TTTS while I was pregnant with them. Twin to twin transfusion syndrome.
I didn't know until I was rushed to have an emergency c section at 34 weeks. The last thing I remember was them putting a mask on my face and telling me to relax, then I woke up to my twins being whisked off to another hospital.
Anyway when I finally got released from the hospital a couple days later and went to see my babies at the other hospital a doctor I had never seen before said about the one twin, She's never going to leave the hospital. I dont know how she's even still breathing. One day she's just going to stop.
That baby left the hospital a few months later and we had her for 3 and a half years.
Sometimes the doctors give us the worse case scenario, so good thoughts you will be around for a long time!
 
That's what the cupped place under the bottom is for. You set it on top of the spider, problem solved until someone moves the can. :D

Fresh coffee for the evening crew.

Do that on a tarantula and it'll walk off with the can. :D Not to worry - tarantula mating season :rose::heart: doesn't start for a few more weeks around here.

But I'll take a cup of coffee.
 
Do that on a tarantula and it'll walk off with the can. :D Not to worry - tarantula mating season :rose::heart: doesn't start for a few more weeks around here.

But I'll take a cup of coffee.

As I've said before, tarantulas don't bother me. Now, scorpions in the bathtub, that is irritating. One of the problems with cheap motels in south Texas, among other places.
 
Well I’m having fun driving a U-Haul. Picked it up and it hauls ass. No trolls unfortunately, just lots of boxes and last minute packing. Lots and lots of last minute packing!
 
Well I’m having fun driving a U-Haul. Picked it up and it hauls ass. No trolls unfortunately, just lots of boxes and last minute packing. Lots and lots of last minute packing!
I have no doubt that in your hands, even the slowest U-Haul could be a lethal weapon.

Just don't slip and fall on your ass, carrying all those boxes :).
 
As I've said before, tarantulas don't bother me. Now, scorpions in the bathtub, that is irritating. One of the problems with cheap motels in south Texas, among other places.

Yeah, that happens in the desert in AZ also. Cheap motels are always interesting. I once stayed in a place in Flagstaff where the bed was propped up on a paint can. Another place at the Four Corners, had to fight my way through a swarm of bats to get to the door. Once inside, it was so small, had to crawl over the bed to get to the bathroom.
 
As I've said before, tarantulas don't bother me. Now, scorpions in the bathtub, that is irritating. One of the problems with cheap motels in south Texas, among other places.

Did you know that scorpions fluoresce? My brother-in-law has a ranch east of here, and he can walk around his house with a UV lamp and the scorpions show up like little lights.

For the record, unless you're allergeic, a scorpion's sting is about like a bee sting.
 
I have no doubt that in your hands, even the slowest U-Haul could be a lethal weapon.

Just don't slip and fall on your ass, carrying all those boxes :).

Ohhh I’m driving and pointing tomorrow. This goes there. Take that upstairs. And buying the pizza and beer.
 
Ohhh I’m driving and pointing tomorrow. This goes there. Take that upstairs. And buying the pizza and beer.

You realize, Chloe, that sounds like the set up for one of your stories. Just add "weapons" after "pointing" and you're well on the way to a sequel to your troll hunting story. :cool:

Hopefully, the move won't be too draining - even just driving, pointing, and providing food can wear you out more than seems reasonable. And - speaking from experience - the unpacking at the end can be as exhausting as the the move itself.
 
You realize, Chloe, that sounds like the set up for one of your stories. Just add "weapons" after "pointing" and you're well on the way to a sequel to your troll hunting story. :cool:

Hopefully, the move won't be too draining - even just driving, pointing, and providing food can wear you out more than seems reasonable. And - speaking from experience - the unpacking at the end can be as exhausting as the the move itself.

Ohhhhh I am NOT looking forward to the unpacking at all. That’s going to be painful, but I’m looking forward to cleaning out more stuff. We have way to much junk.
 
Ohhhhh I am NOT looking forward to the unpacking at all. That’s going to be painful, but I’m looking forward to cleaning out more stuff. We have way to much junk.

A nickle's worth of free advice from someone who's moved a buncha times: Get your bed set up first, matress and all, and unpack the box with the bed linen first. Make the bed with clean sheets before you do anything else. Unpack towels next. That way when you're exhaused and dusty, you can shower and flop into a well made bed without having to think about it.
 
You realize, Chloe, that sounds like the set up for one of your stories. Just add "weapons" after "pointing" and you're well on the way to a sequel to your troll hunting story. :cool:

Hopefully, the move won't be too draining - even just driving, pointing, and providing food can wear you out more than seems reasonable. And - speaking from experience - the unpacking at the end can be as exhausting as the the move itself.

The good/bad part is that packing usually has a deadline so one is forced to get it done. Unpacking doesn't have a deadline so it is easier to put it off. I thought I had downsized more than enough, but once I got moved in I have found that I still have way too much stuff. I have been here three years and still haven't figured out where to put a bunch of stuff. sigh

Unpacking and making the bed first is good advice.
 
Ohhh I’m driving and pointing tomorrow. This goes there. Take that upstairs. And buying the pizza and beer.

1] Kettle, etc.
2] Bedroom
3] Towels etc.

In that order.
I do wish someone had told me this back in the day. . . .


Any chance =of a coffee ?
 
Hubby handed me a curious, delightfully scatty book this morning, Schott's Miscellany, crammed with the biggest collection of odd facts, bon mots, odd lists ('Interesting ways kings of Burma have died' is not even the most left-field list therein) information like how to wrap a sari, or tie a black tie, cricket fielding positions ('Silly Mid-off' is my favorite, midway between bowler and batter; Will reliably informs me it called that because it's right in line with where the ball will go if a left-handed batter slogs it hard, hence 'a bloody silly place to be') and a list of the people on the album cover of 'Sgt Pepper'; it really is a treasure house of the odd, funny, bizarre, weird, and obscure, get a copy, it will keep you endlessly entertained
 
Lori, I have far too many thing distracting me now.

Hp, I'll make a fresh pot for you and then I'm going to bed.

I spent way too much time writing this evening but i got a lot done.
 
1] Kettle, etc.
2] Bedroom
3] Towels etc.

In that order.
I do wish someone had told me this back in the day. . . .


Any chance =of a coffee ?

When we moved into our previous house, the people moving out had left:

A full kettle on the solid fuel aga which was alight and running;

A large tea pot;

Six mugs;

A packet of tea;

A tea strainer;

A pack of sugar cubes; and

A 2 pint bottle of milk in a water-filled bowl in the sink covered with a damp cloth to keep it cool.

We could provide tea for the removal men.

When we moved out we left a similar selection for the builders coming to alter our old house into six flats but the aga had gone so we left an old electric kettle.
 
Welp, it's done. "Come As You Are's" epilogue went up this morning. 420,000 words about friendship and sex.

Now comes the hard part. Looking at my notebook of story ideas and wondering "what's next?"
 
A nickel's worth of free advice from someone who's moved a buncha times: Get your bed set up first, mattress and all, and unpack the box with the bed linen first. Make the bed with clean sheets before you do anything else. Unpack towels next. That way when you're exhausted and dusty, you can shower and flop into a well made bed without having to think about it.

Good advice, but I'd add to it:

  • Make sure there's toilet paper in its proper spot. Having to unpack dozens of boxes at profanity o-clock to find some is not fun. (Don't ask me how I know that.) Ditto at least one bar of soap out somewhere to go with the towels Belle has so wisely suggested.

  • Take five seconds to put something cool in the fridge. Your thirst will thank you later.

  • Make sure that the room lights all work. (One parsimonious former inhabitant of a place I moved into many moons ago had taken the light-bulbs with him, her or it. I didn't discover that until it became very inconvenient.)

Actually, something I learned from an endless series of moves. Pack one box with emergency stuff like toilet paper, soap, towels, light-bulbs, an appropriate amount of basic eating gear - knife, fork, spoon, plate, mug - for each person, flashlight, coffee/tea, a small bottle of snakebite antidote, a dish towel, etc. Seal the box. Spray-paint it dayglow orange or similar. When - not if - something cannot be found at the far end, look for the weird orange box.

It paid off several times.
 
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