Class issues be damned

I'm on a caffeine break at The Best Job Ever, and I just wanted y'all to see the deep conversations we end up in while discussing our discomfort with the thought of hiring cleaning people*:

someotherguy: how many weeks of cleaning service = current generation of roomba and scooba :)

me: :-) I think my boyfriend would much rather have new cleaning robots than strangers in the house.

someotherguy: well, duh: we can have sex while the robots clean! It's multi-tasking!

me: we can have sex while strangers are in our house; we just have to be somewhere else. :-)

someotherguy: ooooh, lateral thinking! I like it!




* (The discomfort is multifaceted: class stuff, personal responsibility stuff, practical concerns, etc.)

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Want some good news from me? Of COURSE you do! The first notice is the shortest, but the most important to me:

1) Mom doesn't have cancer (again)! Overactive lymph nodes; nothing to worry about; checkup in six months. We can breathe now.

2) Munchkin the Elder (wtfpotatoes's older brother, who lives with my mom) has an appointment tomorrow with Job Corps to get his start date! Yay.

3) someotherguy and I (but mostly he, since he's home more than I am and has been Motivation Man(tm) these days) have been working our ASSES off, and our place is starting to be not just habitable, but kind of nice. The sofa is full of stuff to go out via Freecycle, but the floors are clean, the clutter is WAY reduced, one can open the cabinets without things falling out, etc. So nice.