Last night while I was watching movies, our kitchen sink started dripping so I had to turn the water off and go down to the apartment office this morning. The repair people still aren’t here and I’d like to use the kitchen sink, if you know what I mean. I’m tempted to fix it myself, but… nah.
Jenn’s at work today, so I’m tooling around alone. I decided that I should go to Fred Meyer to get a look at the chairs and tables they had since (thank goodness) our dining room set sold at my parents’ garage sale. (For a while there I thought I was going to have to go the classified ad route and fight this thing out the door, but got lucky.)
I found that Fred’s had the chairs I want, but no matching table. Looking online, I found a nice set I liked, but for more than I am really willing to put out. So now I’m going to have to keep looking.
While at Fred’s, I picked up the SNL: Best of Will Ferrell DVD because, hey, it’s got Turd Ferguson on it and I can’t pass that up. My Turd Ferguson t-shirts may soon become a reality.
Decided then to go to The Wherehouse to look at the used CD selection. On the way there, saw that a video game shop had a giant inflatable Mario standing on top. I need one of those for my cubicle at work.
Anyway, picked up Opus III - Mind Fruit and Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik. Then decided to head over to my parents’ to see how the garage sale was going.
My dad, as usual, tried to pawn off all of his unsold stuff on me, which I, of course, denied because it was all junk. At the time, my table hadn’t sold yet and I was worried for a while that it wasn’t going to, but by the time I got home, Mom called to say that just as soon as I left, someone came along and bought it. Crisis averted.
Got home and found my tiny cat sleeping with her ear all wonky. That’s pretty typical for her. I wonder how she can think that’s comfortable. Then again, maybe she doesn’t even notice.
And while I’ve been typing this stuff up and surfing the web, Jenn’s sister - knowing that Jenn’s at work - has left two voicemails already. Ridiculous. She’s not home, so don’t call here for her. Sigh.
I’m liking the whole picture-taking-thing here. What do you all think? Are pictures really worth a thousand words?