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We totally slacked this weekend. We left early Saturday and way early Sunday, and I don’t even feel guilty about it. Fred is eating, breathing, and dreaming chickens lately, so Sunday we left to visit the Dog Days flea market in Ardmore, ’cause he was hoping to find someone selling chickens (it was too damn cold out, though, and the flea market was deserted with hardly any vendors in sight). But before we went to Ardmore we stopped at Tractor Supply, dropped by Lowe’s for many different things, and then went to K-Mart so I could look at the curtains.
We’d checked out the curtain selection at Lowe’s and to my chagrin I kind of fell in love with this curtain for the kitchen,
(DON’T JUDGE ME)
but I felt that since the kitchen is yellow and cream, the red-and-white checks of that curtain wouldn’t really go.
(I’m willing to be convinced otherwise, y’all. But you’ve got to really CONVINCE me.)
I spent a couple of hours looking at curtains on Amazon and while I like this sort of simple valance, I don’t want bright white curtains through the house because they bore me. Maybe in one or two rooms, but that’s all I’m willing to live with. And on the other hand, I don’t want anything fancy, because I prefer simple straight-across valances (except for the spud’s room, where I’m going to put long, heavy curtains so she can block out the sun and sleep 21 hours a day without being awakened by pesky things like daylight), and ugh. I just don’t know.
Suggestions are welcome!
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In the mail last week I got the proofs from the spud’s cap-and-gown pictures. They came out well, but instead of ordering pictures for everyone like I did with her senior pictures, I’m going to order an 8×10 to hang with her senior picture, and if anyone else wants one, they can order their own. Not that anyone but me and her father are going to be interested in getting one, I’m sure – cap and gown pictures are mostly taken for the parents of the graduating senior, I think. They’re as ridiculously expensive as the senior pictures were – $25 for a 5×7 is highway robbery.
I’m paying $40 for a 8×10, though. ::sigh:: Goddamn ridiculous, I tell ya!
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I did take the pictures to do an entry about how to switch out plugs, but need to take a couple more, so be on the lookout for that later this week. I may even wait until Saturday, so I can make it its own entry and not feel like a slacker. Or maybe I WILL be a slacker and just make that an entry on its own on Thursday or Friday.
Can you stand the excitement?
Actually, Sunday morning I switched out the plug on the wall behind where the fridge goes, and then went to vacuum off the door I’d sanded down a little (I swore to Fred that the instant I’m moved into the Smallville house, I’m going to start stripping every damn door in the house, down to the wood, and then repainting every damn one of them, one by one. AND I WILL. That’s what that workshop is for, y’know.), only the vacuum – plugged into one of the plugs in the dining room I’d replaced – wouldn’t turn on. Because the plug wasn’t working. And after some investigation I determined that several of the plugs in the computer room and dining room weren’t working, and I swore up a storm, turned off the power, and unscrewed the screws to one of the plugs that wasn’t working, double-checked everything… and the goddamn thing still wouldn’t work.
Fred took a look at it, looked at a few other things, and then I don’t know what the holy hell he did, because I was MIGHTY FUCKING COLD, so I demanded his keys, grabbed my bottle of water, cell phone, and book, and went out to his car where I cranked up the heat (his car has seatwarmers, which we fondly refer to as “ass” – ie, “Give me some ass”, “Would you like some ass?”, “Ass! I need ass!”, “GODDAMN it’s cold, hit that ass!”, etc ad infinitum) and read until he came out, told me to move over, and drove to the corner store to find someone who had a clue about electricity and that sort of shit.
I hung around the house doing random things – cleaned the kitchen, put stuff away – until I got cold and went back out to Fred’s car to warm up. After about ten minutes of sitting in a car that was blasting heat and warming my ass I decreed myself warm enough for the moment, and went back into the house.
“He got it fixed,” Fred told me. “He said it was your fault!”
The guy, standing in the computer room, gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look and started to protest.
“I’m just kidding!” Fred told him. “She knows I’m kidding.”
Later, I said “I guess he and his wife don’t kid around like we do, huh?”
Apparently there were a couple of plugs I’d changed out where I hadn’t pushed the wires in far enough. Given that I’ve still got the front room, the hallway, the master bedroom and all the bathrooms left to do, I’ll be sure I do it right from here on out.
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“Hey. Does this taste funny to you?”
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Previously
2006: I’ve been watching a lot of TV lately.
2005: No entry.
2004: And then Fictional Woman and Fictional Child share an Isn’t he DISGUSTING? look, and bid each other goodnight.
2003: Taking a nap looks like a good idea.
2002: I decide who’s King Shit of Turd Mountain, y’all, and don’t forget it.
2001: Everyone enjoys a good fart story!
2000: No entry.]]>