i deleted the last post because i’m tired of talking about myself and would rather talk about myself more. plus, sarah has the inane desire to hear how moving into my new house went. quite well, thank you for asking. as i have stated earlier we are all moved in and unpacked…not an easy task to complete in three days especially when you realize how much crap you accumulate in four years. several times during the weekend i asked kev “how in the hell did we get all this shit and not breakup with the friends who gave it to us?”.
somewhere around sunday after visiting home depot, target, bed bath & beyond, pf chang’s and various other ohineedoneofthosethingsforthenewhouse stops our credit card decided to stage a coup de grace in the middle of a transaction leaving us standing there going “this is bullshit! we have more than enough money to pay for a throw pillow!”. i was not going to accept that my credit card was to get the best of me so i whipped out my checkbook and said “AHA! TAKE THAT DEMON DEBIT CARD!”. then the checkout lady asked me to stop yelling.
apparently they frown on frightening small children in the produce aisle.
February 7th, 2006 at 3:40 pm
It’s not inane. It’s just not like everybody else’s porn (though I do like that too). But I love to hear about moving and organzing and getting all of one’s shit together. Except it sounds more like y’all didn’t get your shit together and screamed about it some, which is good to, as maybe it will lead you to cleaning and organizing and then we can talk about storage. Organization pron is insidious. Really, you’ve just made it worse. Now I want to read a titillating recounting of all the *stuff* you bought for the new house. I didn’t get new stuff when we moved and damn it all, I need to live vicariously through you. Though the tax refund is coming and I may get a trip to Ikea.