What a blicky three days I’ve had. Day number one the alarm clock of evil never went off and I didn’t get up till an hour after I’d wanted to leave. I stopped in Mexico for my sister, picked up tortillas for my aunt and got to my mom’s place in seven hours. How can sitting for so long make you tired?
The second day I wake up to find that a microburst of rain has knocked down 15 power poles around Tucson. If you’ve ever been to Tucson you’d know that even on a good day it takes forever to go anywhere but with half the city blocked off it took two hours to get to my mom’s doctor’s offices, a ten mile drive maybe. Then on our way back we got stuck in funeral traffic. Not just any funeral, a police officer’s funeral cortege that snaked about eight miles long, pretty much all through a busy section of town. It was so sad, a nice young man with a wife and two kids.
We were going to go shopping but my mom said she was too tired. I hate when she and my sister do this. They never say they’d rather not do something because it’s not their cup of tea, oh no. They say okay and add something ahead of your activity. When they’ve had their fun, suddenly they’re too tired to do your stuff. Sheesh, just be honest and we can take seperate cars. I noticed she wasn’t too tired to go out dancing that evening, hmph.
Today I went grocery shopping with my mom and then I drove home. Home where my bathrooms are nothing special really. I put in a new toilet seat and towel bars and stuff when I moved in and it’s one of the nicest things you can do for yourself. Standard issue bathroom junk is pretty bleak sometimes.
I’ve done way more than my share of sponge painting and never want to do it again. We had the accent wall in our bathroom, like NoClueBoy mentioned, but the wall was huge. The guy who built our home was pretty much insane, but the bathroom was one room his insanity paid off. Oddly, the front door (which was actually the back door, except it wasn’t) opened directly into the bathroom, with double sinks and a huge vanity area on the left. On the right was the little bathtub room, the linen closet and the little toilet room. That way you could have the entire family in the bathroom at the same time if you needed to, which was pretty much every morning. There is no sponge painting or bathroom rearrangement in the world that makes 5am endurable, though.
Donkey, my sister’s last roommate, the Psycho Beast from Hell, would have been your most hated customer. She saved the box from everything she ever bought and would pack stuff up and return it whenever she wanted something new. She always got her way, it was horrifying to watch her return something that should have been un-returnable. The girl was manipulative and conscienceless in the extreme, and people would give her what she wanted just to make the creepy girl go away. If a woman dressed head to toe in LL Bean and wearing tiny rimless glasses ever comes into your store, you’re in for an interesting time.
Ha! I am the Otaku Club advisor and I know nothing about anime. Well, almost nothing since in two years I’ve picked up a tiny little bit. They asked and how could I say no to their hopeful little faces? Except for really accessible stuff like My Neighbor Totoro, I just don’t understand what the hell is going on.