Burlap & Satin

Good God, people! It's freakin' COLD outside. What the hell?

Oh wait. It's January. I forgot.

Living in Cincinnati is truly insane sometimes. It's in the 50s, it's in the 20s, it's in the 60s, it's below freezing! Come on everybody, ride the coaster of meteorology!

Me, however? I'm always freezing. This having a faulty thermostat + hypothyroidism really really sucks sometimes. J. is literally building bookshelves with no socks and no shirt while sweating, yet I am wrapped in blankets and wishing I could actually type with gloves on. Welcome to house of Kentucky Girl and Michigan Boy. Please dress in layers.

In other news, I believe I've had my first no-show Freecycler. This woman had posted that she was a mural painter that could use anyone's extra indoor paint. Well, I damn near jumped for joy when I saw that because seriously? We have way too much "test paint" and I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. A few emails later and she was incredibly grateful, asking for my address and telling me exact times when she would come and get the paint. Three days later and I haven't heard from her at all, much less seen a sudden decrease in paint cans on my porch. It doesn't help that it's 9 degrees outside and we have to keep bringing 12 cans of paint in and out of the house because of a) the freezing weather and b) still no sign of Mural Lady.

So what is the courtesy wait on a no-show Freecycler that doesn't return emails? Should I just post the paint to the first taker or should I wait and see if this lady actually gives a damn? *sigh* This crazy modern age social etiquette. It's like being given a steak when you just learned how to use the salad fork.

** From the ever-wonderful MST3K slaying of "A Date With Your Family." Go. Watch. Laugh. Please.