Wow, you go completely offline for the day and turning on the news is a shocker.
It was snowing, so I bailed on the market this morning and slept in. Dragged myself to the pool which made me hate humans. First I had to swim outside the lanes, and got body checked by stupid teens a couple times. Then whenever a lane opened, someone would jump in line and I was stuck in the open pool. Finally get a lane, and it is with a super slosher. Only thing that redeemed humanity was when I finally got a calm lane, the woman in it grinned at me and said "I was wondering when you'd escape the tsunami." She's a regular long distance one too.
Then errands. I am now the proud(?)owner of a shopvac, palm sander (as recommended by beth's Matt) and various other shit. Still have to get a mask, but I didn't get back in time to go to the ace (I know I can order online. I hate ordering online.) Laundry is being done, groceries are had and 2 gift cards are now dead plastic. Whew.
It was pretty good, sumi. And so easy. Mussels are the easiest things to cook ever.
Two more Saints running backs have been hurt in this game. Christ.
Oh and home depot is selling 20gallon rubber tubs in not ugly colors (blues and browns) fro $4.88, for those interested. I didn't plan on getting any, but ended up with 3, cause I can always try unpacking some of those cardboard boxes downstairs...
Today I went to my parents' house, and I cleaned out their refrigerator (threw away old food & scrubbed it out), trimmed the dog's feet and clipped his nails, washed the dog, helped my father load photos on the computer, set up a Picasa account for him and uploaded the photos, and had a long chat with my mother about her health.
Now I am at home and I realize that my refrigerator needs to be cleaned, I haven't vacuumed in a week, and my sink is full of dirty dishes. Bah.
Ah, well, at least I walked the dog.
I don't even want to think about the shootings in Arizona. Even if the shooter is a lone nutjob, I suspect his choice of target had a great deal to do with the level of political discourse that is considered acceptable in this country. ::snarls::
Why the hell did they let Hartley make the kick, instead of Morestead?
Ah, well. With four injured running backs, the Saints were already pretty much out of it.
I need a somewhat silly name for a dragon that an English boy from sixty years ago would think was appropriate. Any ideas?
