Spent the morning out in a "you see it, you yank it off the car, we'll sell it to you" junkyard, looking for tires. Hubby proceeded to ignore all the advice his surgeon gave him on acceptable use of his shoulder. Who among us is suprised? I'm not sure if I'll be pleased or not when he accepts that he is no long the man who could torque down bolts with his fingers.
Turns out that the new wheels won't fit on my old axle, so we're going to have to swap the rubber to the old rims. Sigh. Bled a brake, got some oil, got new rotor and cap and air filter. Stupid cars.
So, there was a good sale at Fred Meyers, so I thought I would get a whole set of matching towels for the bath, and another set for the kitchen. I figure, at 40, it's probably about time. But I was thwarted by everything they had being crap. Or the wrong colors. I love my town, but I kinda miss shopping options. I may peek online. Or, it might be a good goal for the next CA trip.
Shopping on line is challenging if you're trying to avoid getting crap. There's a lot of ways to make something look nicer than it is in a photo.
Yeah. I figured if I tried reputable stores that I might luck out. And I was hoping that the descriptions might help. If a good store described t-shirt material sheets or Egyptian cotton towels, they'll probably be good, won't they? I've done ok with clothes, but haven't really bought housewares online.
I would think you could rely on Tshirt sheets and Egyptian cotton being what they claim (from a reputable store.)
Who do you think I am, Cass?
Ha! Triple race day today. Whoot!
I was fairly amused to get a text at 4:30 this morning. It was a watch and text for Formula One. Amusing.
Colds suck. They cycle. You feel ok, then horrid. and god forbid you do anything. I was feeling ok, so I picked up in the living room. Which means I picked up, folded a blanket or two , and dust mopped the floor. all sweaty and tired. annoying
Gods, no kidding. I was totally feeling better last night and then got whomped again. Convienently my plans for the day are pretty much melding with the couch and watching cars zoom. With tea. And naps.
OK, how on earth does my child know who Spiderman is?
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
I have to go walk my dog before the pre-race show!!!!!!!
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I think I caught Cassie's sore throat. Pesky continent doing us NO damn good!
