As much as I complain about Dave, it's the same way I complain about other people in my family.

[xiphias]

Dave and I got everything into the dumpster that we wanted to.

That included a busted-up ugly old dresser that was taking up room in the basement.

The bicycles that Dave had went nicely where that dresser was.

I think things are about where I want them to be. The dumpster is totally full, and has everything that I wanted to get into it in it.

After we got a bunch more crap in the dumpster, Dave and I found an old knife sticking into a tree in the yard, so we practiced throwing it. That was fun. And neither of us got injured, which would probably surprise anyone who'd ever seen Diana try to teach me knife-throwing back at Brandeis. Diana told me I was no longer allowed to throw knives in her room (she had throwing knives, and a target on the back of her door) after one of the knives bounced straight back at me, and I had to dodge to keep it from hitting me in the face.

Comments

[griffinick.livejournal.com]

I think she would have let you continue if you had donned the spare fencing mask we kept under the stairs... :)
Though I remember all the little nicks in her door (not saying *you* were the sole culprit!).

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

I think it was the fact that the knife came dangerously close to her snake tank. Me, I'm allowed to hit with knives.

[marquisedea.livejournal.com]

aww! that's nice ^_^

i think the rug looks rather nice, too.