I managed to offend my boss a few years by mentioning her husband, rather than her partner. They've chosen not to marry, and she told me this quite firmly. I haven't made that mistake since.
My social circle contains a bunch of different arrangements, from the long-term partnership where they don't live together (blissfully happy), domestic partnerships, civil unions, marriages...
Me, I got married, and I took my husband's surname because I wanted a significant degree of separation from my previous family - we wanted a significant event that said this is us, we're in it for the long haul, after a few various crappy years. It worked for us, but I wouldn't dream of assuming that it'd work for everyone else too.
My housemate avoids gluten where feasible, which meant I needed a substitute for flour when thickening up sauces in a hurry. In most applications, I find dried potato flakes - cheaply obtainable in enormous packets from my local Asian shop of all places - absolutely brilliant. As a bonus, dried potato doesn't do the clumpy-mess trick that flour occasionally pulls.
Unrelated: when I have odds and sods of leftover fresh herbs, I squash them into an ice cube tray, cover with water, then freeze. The taste is almostfresh, and perfectly acceptable for e.g. pasta sauce, chucking into a frypan with potatoes/bacon/capsicum/sausage for brunch... Sage in particular keeps well this way, and I am a BIG fan of sage-fried potatoes with eggs for a lazy weekend breakfast.
It's been quite some time since I cycled; but I wore bike shorts with a decent chamois, and cycling shirts from Ground Effect. They didn't look spectacularly stupid. Mostly I wore them because I like having pockets available for my phone, cash etc - and women's clothing, including sporting clothing, has a chronic lack-of-pockets issue. My winter top (long sleeved) was a horrendous shade of hi-vis green, which made 6/7am rides to work less fraught, summer tops were a entirely boring dark red. I also had cycling shoes/pedals, mostly because a kind friend bought them for me.
Cycling gloves were a given for me, too; I've since sold the rest of my gear, but I've kept the gloves because I like them so much.
Have chipped into the hat. I get a lot out of reading PA, I'm happy to help!
Judging from the lawnmower chorus in my neighbourhood, the appropriate activity on Waitangi Day is gardening. I split my time between a book in the hammock, shifting rocks, laying weedmat, contemplated the lawnmower a couple of times but didn't actually fire it up, and retreated indoors to the Internet (and a G&T) about 6pm after being stung by a wasp.
It was a pretty good day, actually.
This outlines the basic process. Note, it's not quite what Keith will have done - he started with File->Open in Word, instead of opening an Explorer window - but the process is the same thereafter. It's something you can do in any office that uses a Windows network (depending on the security your IT department puts in place). I couldn't find screenshots with a quick google, but it'd be easy enough to whip up.
On a Mac it's even simpler; open a Finder window, look under Shared in the sidebar at the left.
(For context, I work in tech support, as a fledgling admin - frankly even my skillbase is sufficient to avoid this sort of fustercluck.)
That is one gorgeous shot.
Top to bottom you have:
The 17-year-old sweetheart who adopted us at our previous flat.
We now have three SPCA specials. Candy is as neurotic as the average calico.
Boomer (big cat) is a 7.5kg bruiser, and the sweetest, talkiest cat I have ever been owned by. Yes, he's sitting on Tigra.
Tigra isn't very bright. This is generally her favourite position when I'm at my desk.
Email from my (UK ex-pat) husband yesterday (we're in Auckland) - "Snow. In Symonds St. What the...? I thought I left this kind of weather behind!"
Pleasantly warm night owing to oil heater turned up a notch, sheepskin moved from floor to bed, and deeply appreciative cat nestled somewhere in the middle of the duvet.
I'm sorry. My heart goes out to you (and, I'm sure, others in Christchurch in the same boat) who have to deal with this on top of everything you've already suffered.