Yay for third dates!
After I work my 4 hours at the bookstore tomorrow, I'm going to try and head over to Goodwill with a few boxes of stuff. Then, if I still feel like it, I'll load up my old computer in the car and take it over to the appliance store for recycling.
I'm debating about going to see Star Trek again on Sunday after I call Mom to wish her a happy day and to tell her that, yet again, her Mother's Day card will be late. And that I have no idea what to buy her and so her gift will be given when I see her in July.
oh yeah and dinner date tonight.
Yay!
I was supposed to go to a yarn yardsale tomorrow, but I bailed because I have been sick with a cold for the last two days.
I really wonder when this young kid in my office will learn not to involve me in his silly conversations...
kid gets out a bottle of AXE from drawer
female co-worker - "don't use that, no woman likes AXE"
kid - "really?" "huh. maybe that explains...chuckle chuckle"
kid asks another female co-worker if she thinks it smells bad
other female co-worker - "well, it doesn't smell good"
kid - "let me ask (my name)"
me - "You do not want to get the old lady involved" (what I call warning banter)
kid - laughing "no really..."
me - "fine, if you want an excuse for why you got nothing going on, then keep wearing it."
kid "!!!!!"
me - "I told you not to involve me".
rest of office - HA FUCKING HA
This weekend we are going to CT to see my grandma, to see a friend's play, and to hang with my mom (and grandma) for Mother's Day. Down tomorrow, back Sunday.
I was looking around the Aparment Therapy site Lisah linked to and found a discussion of "the trend of color-coordinating your books." I felt a weird wave of nausea. But I am a book freak. Books are to be read, consulted, drooled over. The idea of just having books because you like the color is . . . weird. One comment said, "When I wanted to buy another white book, the shelf was too tight, so I had to move things down, and it messed everything up."
Book snob, another tag that never closes.
Snake drainspout, haircut, Home Despot, laundry, new underwear, make strawberry shortcakes, bbq @ neighbor's, stuff.
Speaking of old lady: It was my minion's birthday yesterday, and I was assuming she was turning 25. NO. 24! I laughed and laughed. No wonder she thinks I'm so old! Because I am.
Tonight: Put my feet up
Tomorrow: Meet mother, sister & niece for lunch somewhere between here and Richmond for Mother's Day. Go see movie and have dinner with DH. Put my feet up.
Sunday: Chores. Put my feet up.
sarameg, have you tried just sticking a hose into the top of the drainspout and flushing it out? That's all I've ever done to clear them, seems to work.
