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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
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Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
confession session
I have a family member I will leave unnamed. Well, actually there were at least 4 family members in that household. All women. All afraid of mice. If a mouse died they would leave whereever it was until it was a dehydrated mass, a husk of a shell and then sweep it up and threw it away. Noone would go near it as long as it resembled a mouse.
They would quickly run past the "smelly zone" and go to thier rooms. This has happened several times that I am personally aware of.
Re: confession session
Merry Maids came to my house today. i cannot WAIT to go home to a clean house.
now that mr. kat is working, i feel completely justified to pay someone else to clean my house.
blech. I don't understand this. It's dead, what's it going to do? I know most people haven't grabbed a mouse by the tail and smashed it's head into a 2x4, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
I miss those days so very much.
You know I lurve you, Busy. I just think it's funny you're so incredibly different from them. That's a good thing. You've got a great sense of humor and two of the cutest children on the planet.
My confession: I used to live in a house that could have been on Hoarders. Not by choice, but still.
How is the whole house not the "smelly zone"? How is a decomposed mouse less gross than a freshly dead one? I have so many questions.
My confession is: H had a mouse in his condo once. He caught it in a trap, but the trap didn't kill it, so the poor thing was hobbling around with the trap latched to its back legs. H didn't want to just throw it down the garbage chute like that, so he took an old knife that he happened to be throwing away and stabbed it. I still feel sorry for that mouse.
Crap...I Mean Crafts
I am excited every other Thursday for this reason.
Mine- now that we are TTC sex doesn't make me think "ugh, I don't want to" Not that it wasn't enjoyable before or whatever, it's just like now that there's the possibility of a baby I don't let being tired or whatever be an excuse.
H is totally happy about this. I mean, I am too. It has brought us closer.
I cannot express how much I wish I could hire someone to clean my house for me. A clean bathroom is one of my favorite things in the world.
(Not-really-a)Confession: When I was a young teen, I was mowing the yard once, and was going around a cluster of juniper bushes when I heard the mower make this gawdawful noise. I stopped and at my feet was a bloody, twitching baby rabbit.
I screamed, ran in the house, and got my dad. He told me to go back in the house, that he'd take care of it. I wasn't 10 feet away when he started up the mower and... finished the job.
He also finished the yard since I was inside crying hysterically. To this day, any time I see or hear of an animal suffering, it makes me cry.
Ew ew ew. I have never had to deal with a dead mouse or rat, other than the ones in the lab I worked at in college.
After Candi's confession: I don't understand saying no to sex. I've never said no - in fact, I have to take no for an answer, because of H's stupid hours.
Maybe there's something wrong with me. Or very right.
I've never thought of my snake vs. lawnmower experiences in any sort of positive light other than one less snake in the world. But it is true that it is good they don't scream.
I just a friendly gal looking for options.
I'm the same way, BM. Maybe the stars were aligned in our favor that magical day in 1977.
I just a friendly gal looking for options.
Sht. I'm tired. I work full time and do another company's finance part time and all that cooking/cleaning business.
I don't always say no, I just am not always excited about it. Like, it took a while to get me into it because I was so exhausted I would rather be sleeping.
This, except for the part about part-time.