I’m about ten minutes from leaving for my usual busy Thursday. I’ll be home for about half an hour around 1pm to inhale lunch and get DH off to work, then back to the volunteer gig until 8pm, home around 8:20ish. About two hours after that, gotta go retrieve DH from work.
There’s a reason I tend to not be terribly functional on Fridays :), but I’ll need to be tomorrow, at least long enough to convey donations to the Boy Scout troop in my congregation for their yard sale fundraiser Saturday. Might also even go see if there’s anything of interest to me, but since it starts at 7am, that’s by no means definite.
Cool! I like intelligent comedies rather than slapschticky ones, and I like light hearted action adventure films(I haven’t seen The Avengers yet, hint hint) (but Batman is too dark) Also, anything starring Johnny Depp, Tom Hanks, Geroge Clooney, or Nicholas Cage is good.
But, please, no sappy chick flicks. I ain’t that kinda goil.
I don’t understand the curriculum at Grocery Bag Packing University. I got one bag with just the bananas in it (they could have easily and safely gone atop the carton of eggs which had its own bag) and another bag with 2 bottles, 2 cans, and a couple other items, and another bag with half a dozen cans of dog food. The bag of onions was put in its own bag - I guess onions need to be double-bagged??
My own fault for forgetting (again) to take my own bags in. :smack: Whatever. I got the stuff on my list plus some. I also stopped at TruValue for a bag of grass seed to fill in a couple of bare spots in the lawn. That’s my next chore. I just need to get it done before the afternoon rain comes - no biggie, I think.
Rosie want we should send somebody Sri Lankan spiders? It looks like flytrap may soon have some to spare.
I was ready to ship Sri Lankan spiders to somebody half an hour ago but I’m all over it now. I mean, get somebody all set up to begin trainin’ (which, btw, she wanted and a place she wanted) and she calls at the last minute and flakes out. “I changed my mind” she says. “Death by Sri Lankan spiders for you then” thinks I. However, I now have somebody else all set up for the same place so it’s all good for now. Ms. Flake has earned her place at the very bottom (heck, about ten miles below the very bottom) of the list of people who will receive our services ever. This translates to, everybody in the world but her first and even then I’d consider Martians and/or Sri Lankan spiders first.
[cue Buddy from Night Court]But I’m feeling much better now![/Buddy from Night Court]
Peanut butter crackers and a diet Coke for N.O.L. because I’m feelin’ all gourmet.
So, besides the electric problem, now I have a new car problem.
I walked out to my car after work yesterday and the window was half down. The control is broken (Rick said it’s the regulator). So after the electrician comes Friday, I get to take my care to the dealership to get that fixed, along with the overdue oil change. Hopefully they don’t find anything else. At least it’s an inexpensive part.
I got the window up and wedged it in place with cardboard because I live near a bad area of town and I really don’t want my car window open. But then driving this morning it was open enough to make the most ear-splitting whistle.
Then I called my parents and talked to my dad for awhile. ‘Your electric problem sounds like a blown fuse.’ Me: ‘yes it does.’ Him: ‘Have you checked the fuse box?’ Me: ‘I don’t have one.’ Him: ‘You have to have one. Fuses are old.’ Me: ‘I don’t have one. The apartment is not that big.’ Him: ‘You HAVE to have one.’ Me: ‘If I do, it’s not in the apartment.’ Him: ‘Did you check in the closet? Under the sink?’ Me: ‘YES.’
If there is one for the apartment, it’s not in my apartment. And I don’t know how to check the fuses anyway or where to buy one. The laundry room has two, only one of which is labeled. It’s possible the one other is for my apartment. Or it could be in the mystery room under the stairs that I’m afraid to go in for fear of either going to Narnia or having to fight Shelob. Or both.
I really hope the electrician can fix it. I was talking to my neighbor and the outlet in his bathroom doesn’t work, and according to his nephew, can’t be fixed without rewiring the place. (I don’t know if he’s told the property management company, and if not, why not…). But apparently my apartment was flooded at one point, and I would think they would have fixed the wiring then (I may be overly-optimistic, considering the water damage I can see in the kitchen). But the building is like 70 years old and cheap, so what do you want? Besides a working light in the kitchen.
We wouldn’t send ‘em to you. We’d send ‘em to whoever is a fault for you bein’ medialess still. We’d even send pointy stick wieldin’ Sri Lankan spiders.
Beds stripped and remade, altho *someone *needs to get the pile of his cargo shorts off the guest room dresser… Random crud vacuumed up from bathroom floors - lots of Higgs hair, of all things. Yard has been seeded over most of the bare spots. I discovered that the guys who filled in the well didn’t remove the concrete ring around the top - no wonder no grass will grow there! :smack: Maybe we can put a couple of inches of dirt for grass?? I dunno.
If no rain comes thru tonight, I’ll turn the sprinkler on the front lawn tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’ve got a couple of hours to kill before I need to make supper.
