2003-11-05

Wolves of the Calla (aka: Dark Tower 5), using coupons I’ve earned by buying other books from Waldenbooks. Since I have more than enough in coupons to buy the book I want, I’ve offered to buy something for Fred as well. He’s given me a list of books, none of which Waldenbooks carries in stock, those bastards. I finally give up on Fred’s book and just buy Wolves of the Calla. When I’m in the car, I take the book out of the bag to see how many pages it has (736!), and find a bookmark in the front of the book. It’s priced $3.50, but when I look at the sales receipt, I see that I didn’t pay for it. I have no idea how it got there. As a plus, it’s a cat, and thus clearly a sign. What kind of sign, I have no idea. Drive from the mall to Sam’s Club. Wander around Sam’s Club and buy: napkins, paper towels, gum, Splenda, mini babybels, and large padded envelopes for multi-book orders. Look at the book section and see that it appears that Sam’s Club is selling Wolves of the Calla for the full $35. I got it for 25% off, plus another 10% off for having a preferred member card. Go, me! Drive from Sam’s Club to the pet store and check out the kitties (that damn little Blacktoe is still there, and I am seized again with the urge to stick her in my purse and sneak her home. She’s so small Fred would never notice, right?). Walk around the store, telling myself that our cats do NOT need a Panic Mouse, especially for THAT price. Inspect litter boxes before deciding which will work for us (one the size of the sweater boxes we’ve been using, only a bit shallower), buy a Comfort Zone (with Feliway!) plug-in as well. Also, grab a small bag of rattly toy mice, since they seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate. While checking out, chat with cashier, who somehow remembers me from last week when I bought a big container of Nature’s Miracle. “Is this for the same problem?” she asks. “Is your cat still peeing outside the box?” Be surprised that she remembers me. Chat for a few minutes about our cats (she has five cats, too!) and then leave. Get home, unload all the crap from the car, check orders, and finally (I’m starving!) have lunch. After eating lunch, check email, and then settle in to process book orders, which is a somewhat laborious process. Processing the books goes like this: Print out a packing slip for each person on the Paypal page – and you can only do one person at a time, you can’t print out several different people, unfortunately. Go through and match each packing slip to the email I got notifying me of the order for that person. Go into Quickbooks and begin an invoice, listing each person on a separate line, then the Paypal charge after each person. Check for referral codes, and if any of the orders has a non-OFB, BP, or VIT referral, enter the referral in the Excel spreadsheet. Open Stamps.com and begin printing out postage for each order. While each person’s postage is printing, email to let them know that their book will be shipping within 24 hours. Once the postage is printed, get correct number of books and envelopes. Check each packing slip to see if a signature is required. If not, put book and packing slip in envelope, tape flap shut, and tape postage to the front of the package. If a signature is requested, stick packing slip in front of book, tape postage to front of envelope, and leave on Fred’s desk. Between that and having to make dinner, I think that pretty well explains why there was no entry, don’t you? I have to admit that I kinda like the busy days, although I’m glad they don’t come along all that often.

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My sister, who is insane, has already started her Christmas shopping. Crazy, CRAZY woman.
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If you’re on the notify list, you know that I had an appointment for a cut and color this morning. If you’re not on the notify list, well, now you know! I showed up at the salon on time (for once), and B3v looked at my hair and said, with less disapproval than I would have expected, “Did you color your hair yourself?” Whereupon I cringed and lied about how busy I’d been, and that coloring my hair at home was only a temporary measure until I could get it “done right.” When I told her I was ready for a change, she got briefly excited at the idea that I was going to change the color that I usually get, and then we discussed how I wanted my hair cut. “Your ends are pretty damaged,” she said. “I’d like to cut a few inches off.” And we settled on having it cut to the shoulder. And then she chopped and chopped and chopped and chopped.
(Yeah, I’m aware that I look like I’m about to flip out and go on a shooting spree)
I don’t know if I like it or not. I know it looks helmet-y, because she always blows my hair out straight (though at the moment, my hair is rebelling, and I have a bit of a flip going on in the back). I go back and forth between liking it and hating it. We’ll see what happens when I style it myself. But damn, y’all don’t let me grow my hair out to one length again, please. She ended up taking about 4 inches off the back and 8 in the front (for the bangs), and my hair actually feels somewhat healthy again.
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So after deciding that Tubby might be having a problem getting into the litter box due to the setup and possibly the deepness of the current litter box, Fred did some brainstorming and came up with the idea of buying a big box at U-Hawl (yes, I know that’s not how it’s spelled) and lining the inside of it with cheap stick-on tiles that he bought at L0we’s, and closing any gaps with duct tape. He did all that yesterday, and – well – it’s not pretty, but it’s functional.
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You know, I keep meaning to mention this. Stanley will play-attack any of the cats, but he seems to prefer Miz Poo. And frankly, I think that Miz Poo kind of likes it, too.
A year ago: How freaky is it that I had a hair appointment exactly a year ago? Two: is there anything cuter than a hissing kitten? I think not. Four: What will I talk about next, dryer lint? Woohoo, somebody stop me!]]>