I love DST. I've been out of sync since we went back to standard time last fall.
Thank you, kind sir.MC, you are hilarious!
We don't go on to British summertime (our equivalent of DST) until the end of March but the days are getting longer. Yesterday was bright and sunny so it was light until nearly 6.30pm and that was in the north of England - roughly in a similar latitude to Labrador. Of course, being an island our climate is more temperate than Canada (usually!). We've had a short spell of warm -ish days over the last week - one day last week the temp was up in the high teens centigrade which was a bit weird for early March especialy so soon after the heavy snow fall a couple of weeks ago.I love DST. I've been out of sync since we went back to standard time last fall.
I'm still getting a kick out of video of that mom in Baltimore slapping the heck out of her son after she found out he threw a rock at the cops.
That Mom is my hero.
My Mom is my hero, too...she may be able to get us into the farmhouse she grew up in. Trying to find a place to live is getting hairy. Folks don't want a rental to stay empty for another month waiting for their tenants to show up.
That Mom is my hero.
My Mom is my hero, too...she may be able to get us into the farmhouse she grew up in. Trying to find a place to live is getting hairy. Folks don't want a rental to stay empty for another month waiting for their tenants to show up.
Best wishes to you, princess. I know how crazy it can be trying to find a home on the spur of the moment. Been there before, done that. Hugs...
If you find a place you really, really like offer them a higher rent to compensate them for the extra month and reduce the immediate burden on you of shelling out a full month. For example if the rent is $600/month offer to pay $650/month for the first year.
Good luck!
That's because they probably are! I know the sandwiches I would make for Himself's lunch were better. Many men think a sandwich is a slice of meat between two pieces of bread, period. Oh YUCK!...DH heard on a radio talk show this morning that sandwiches are always better when they're made by someone else. When I tell him,"Just make yourself a sandwich,", he always tells me mine are so much better.
Would have been better if that dandelion had died. BwaHaHa! I told Himself he doesn't need to buy me flowers for Mother's Day, he can just pick those yellow flowers out of our lawn.
That's because they probably are! I know the sandwiches I would make for Himself's lunch were better. Many men think a sandwich is a slice of meat between two pieces of bread, period. Oh YUCK!
Thank you for that idea, Aunt Bea! I'll let Mom know she can make that offer.