Today Peter needed a lift to the clinic for scans on his foot. Since he couldn't arrange for a taxi through WSIB, I had to drive him ( Read more... )

So Peter and I have a friend. He's a very good guy, but down on his luck on the reality side ( Read more... )

I don't like cooking.

However, given a choice between cleaning up my pots after dinner, or cleaning up Peter's pots in the morning, I elect to handle my own mess.

Peter has acknowledged that the stuff lying around the apartment is mostly his. And it's a lot of stuff: groceries, dishes, laundry, etc ( Read more... )

Me: *hands Peter a beer*
Peter: Beer!
Peter: *takes out the bottle opener, pops open the top, and sets the bottle opener on top of the drawer it came from*
Me: *literally going O.O, like the icon*
Peter: *puts back the bottle opener*

Peter's clothes fall under four categories: shirts, jeans, uniform, boxers. They all wash the same way ( Read more... )

Peter: Why do we need a trash bin with a lid for garbage?

Me: Where are we going to throw chicken bones?

Peter: In the organics bin.

Me: Where are we going to throw milk bags?

Peter: ...

Peter: We're getting a bin with a lid.

(For non-locals: here, we have separate disposals for recyclables (paper, cans, etc.), organics (compostable waste, ( Read more... )

I haven't updated in the last little while because last weekend Peter and I finally moved out. We found a great basement apartment: comes with all the amenities we want, close to the subway and lots of stores, etc. etc. I actually wasn't around for most of the moving because I was teaching piano; when I came back the boxes were inside and dinner ( Read more... )