Things I have said to the cats this afternoon...

[desperance]

... in all innocence (until I heard myself doing it):

"Do you think those are the tops over there?"

"Yay - but I think there might be more bottoms than tops."

"God, what I wouldn't give for a decent screw."

... for yes, I am building shelves. Again. The wallpaper is more or less sticking to the wall; I have dragged my desk away from same, to make what I laughingly call 'space'; I have established that I only have four risers of the kind with the good screws, where I need five, which is why I am fighting to assemble the variety with the completely crap screws. And it's Sunday, so there can be no slipping out to the hardware shop on the corner for new screws.

I hate Sundays.

In other news, I am feeling crap again, and have cancelled my dinner-date tonight. Mutual coughing and hawking is not attractive in or to either party.

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[deborahjross.livejournal.com]

and I on my way to Quaker meeting...

[esmeraldus-neo.livejournal.com]

"Do you think those are the tops over there?"

"Yay - but I think there might be more bottoms than tops."

"God, what I wouldn't give for a decent screw."

[SMIRK]

[julesjones]

[smirk] was my reaction as well. [falls over laughing] was not an option, as it might have involved explaining why to my father-in-law.

There was in fact a Pros slash story along those lines, with a certain amount of miscommunication over requiring help with screws and a Swedish blonde piece...