After all my difficulty putting up the stairgate last time or, more accurately, my wife’s difficulty in not pulling it off the wall, we’ve had to get ANOTHER one. It’s the only way we can stop our baby going into the kitchen and continuing her mission to explore strange new floors, to boldly pick up and eat anything, regardless of whether it’s food or not.
So, once again, I have a chance to show my DIY prowess! And this one went much better. Until a week later, when our now “learning to stand” baby leant on it and pulled it off the wall too. Who is selling stairgates that can’t withstand the weight of a baby?!?
And before you say it, YES, I followed the instructions perfectly.
It’s now re-attached in a much less aesthetically pleasing, but much more secure way.
Although I expect the cat will somehow barrel through it any second.
“The One With the Second Poorly Designed Stairgate”
Much like my pride in my ability to perform basic household improvement tasks, Janine is gone.
I can’t say I’ll miss her, her character mostly served as someone for Joey/Chandler/Ross to perve over. Joey, too, doesn’t seem that fussed. Mostly he’s concerned he can no longer afford cable, sneaking round to Chandler’s to watch their TV. For the young people, this was the olden days equivalent of stealing your mates Netflix™ password.
Perhaps he should spend less time watching TV and a bit more playing with his Chick and Duck? Where the hell are they??
I imagine “can you stop watching TV and spend some time with our daughter?” is something I’d be hearing a lot more of if there was anything else to do right now. But with Janine gone, I have no choice but to get a job in the coffee shop. Sorry, not me, Joey. Wait, what year is this? How long have we been inside again?
It’s a bit sad Joey feels the need to hide that he’s now working at the coffee shop. It’s easy to forget he was, briefly, quite a successful actor. But he now he finds himself in the position a lot of creative’s are struggling with. The work just isn’t there. And poor Joey can’t even retrain in cyber.
It’s a timely reminder of how, even in the best of times, forging a career in the arts can be a slog. Though I don’t think any of the wealth of talent being forced to take jobs in other sectors right now will take much comfort from Joey being in a similar position. At least he can take a job in a café!
Less depressingly, Phoebe’s foolishly answered the hypothetical question of whether she’d rather date Monica or Rachel.
I think Monica takes it a lot more to heart than you would. We’re quite used to our Real Live Friends telling us harsh truths, certainly by this age? I would at least expect Monica and Rachel to have more self-awareness by now. But, hey, they’ve got to get the jokes from somewhere! It’s a fun twist that, for once, Phoebe is the one in touch with how she’s seen by others (“I’m flaky I’ll say anything”).
Joke’s are the other source of consternation, this time among Chandler and Ross who can’t agree who wrote a joke printed in Playboy™. There’s not much to say here, as it’s the same thing over and over, and I don’t think I’ve ever been in a dispute over authorship of a joke.
You need to be able to write good jokes for that. (Ho Ho).
But it’s nice seeing Courtney Cox suppressing her laughter as Chandler and Ross attempt to sway Monica to decide who wrote the joke.
It’s fun to consider who you would pick to date out of the Friends™. Answers on a postcard please!!
I definitely wouldn’t pick Chandler, Joey, or Ross. Not because they’re men, they’d just all be awful to date. My wife told me she’d pick Monica, to which I responded “Because she’d clean up after you?”
“No." she replied coldly "Because she could cook nice meals for me.”
Oh… woops. Maybe I WOULD date Chandler. That way I wouldn’t be the only one putting my foot in my mouth.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Our support bubble has just got a bit more supportive, as they’ve now been vaccinated! So we went round again to catch up, and play with the kittens.
Unfortunately Marcel the Monkey (our baby) brought her desire to pick up and eat things from the floor with her. She was unable to catch the kittens but, after relaxing our guard for the faintest of seconds, we noticed she was chewing something.
The usual scrabble to stop her swallowing commenced, as we pleaded with her to open her mouth. Eventually my wife managed to prise it open and fished out what she was eating. Only to realise, with abject horror, it was a fingernail.
I’ve heard of people biting their fingernails but this is ridiculous.
So, once again, I have a chance to show my DIY prowess! And this one went much better. Until a week later, when our now “learning to stand” baby leant on it and pulled it off the wall too. Who is selling stairgates that can’t withstand the weight of a baby?!?
And before you say it, YES, I followed the instructions perfectly.
It’s now re-attached in a much less aesthetically pleasing, but much more secure way.
Although I expect the cat will somehow barrel through it any second.
“The One With the Second Poorly Designed Stairgate”
Much like my pride in my ability to perform basic household improvement tasks, Janine is gone.
I can’t say I’ll miss her, her character mostly served as someone for Joey/Chandler/Ross to perve over. Joey, too, doesn’t seem that fussed. Mostly he’s concerned he can no longer afford cable, sneaking round to Chandler’s to watch their TV. For the young people, this was the olden days equivalent of stealing your mates Netflix™ password.
Perhaps he should spend less time watching TV and a bit more playing with his Chick and Duck? Where the hell are they??
I imagine “can you stop watching TV and spend some time with our daughter?” is something I’d be hearing a lot more of if there was anything else to do right now. But with Janine gone, I have no choice but to get a job in the coffee shop. Sorry, not me, Joey. Wait, what year is this? How long have we been inside again?
It’s a bit sad Joey feels the need to hide that he’s now working at the coffee shop. It’s easy to forget he was, briefly, quite a successful actor. But he now he finds himself in the position a lot of creative’s are struggling with. The work just isn’t there. And poor Joey can’t even retrain in cyber.
It’s a timely reminder of how, even in the best of times, forging a career in the arts can be a slog. Though I don’t think any of the wealth of talent being forced to take jobs in other sectors right now will take much comfort from Joey being in a similar position. At least he can take a job in a café!
Less depressingly, Phoebe’s foolishly answered the hypothetical question of whether she’d rather date Monica or Rachel.
I think Monica takes it a lot more to heart than you would. We’re quite used to our Real Live Friends telling us harsh truths, certainly by this age? I would at least expect Monica and Rachel to have more self-awareness by now. But, hey, they’ve got to get the jokes from somewhere! It’s a fun twist that, for once, Phoebe is the one in touch with how she’s seen by others (“I’m flaky I’ll say anything”).
Joke’s are the other source of consternation, this time among Chandler and Ross who can’t agree who wrote a joke printed in Playboy™. There’s not much to say here, as it’s the same thing over and over, and I don’t think I’ve ever been in a dispute over authorship of a joke.
You need to be able to write good jokes for that. (Ho Ho).
But it’s nice seeing Courtney Cox suppressing her laughter as Chandler and Ross attempt to sway Monica to decide who wrote the joke.
It’s fun to consider who you would pick to date out of the Friends™. Answers on a postcard please!!
I definitely wouldn’t pick Chandler, Joey, or Ross. Not because they’re men, they’d just all be awful to date. My wife told me she’d pick Monica, to which I responded “Because she’d clean up after you?”
“No." she replied coldly "Because she could cook nice meals for me.”
Oh… woops. Maybe I WOULD date Chandler. That way I wouldn’t be the only one putting my foot in my mouth.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Our support bubble has just got a bit more supportive, as they’ve now been vaccinated! So we went round again to catch up, and play with the kittens.
Unfortunately Marcel the Monkey (our baby) brought her desire to pick up and eat things from the floor with her. She was unable to catch the kittens but, after relaxing our guard for the faintest of seconds, we noticed she was chewing something.
The usual scrabble to stop her swallowing commenced, as we pleaded with her to open her mouth. Eventually my wife managed to prise it open and fished out what she was eating. Only to realise, with abject horror, it was a fingernail.
I’ve heard of people biting their fingernails but this is ridiculous.
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