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Busy morning.
On a typical morning, Peanut wakes me up around 7am babbling to himself in his crib. I'm extremely fortunate that he sleeps the whole night through, so I don't really mind getting up at 7 to change his massively full diaper and give him some formula. Especially since I can put him right back in his crib and he'll babble/nap for another couple of hours, at least, and I can go back to bed and doze for a little while.
This morning, my phone rang while I was dozing -- my bridesmaid dress will be ready for pick up by the end of the week, and would I like to come pick it up Thursday or Saturday? I said Thursday, please, I will be out of town this weekend and would like to have it all squared away before I leave.
The fact that it's ready is a HUGE weight off my shoulders -- mostly because the alterations are being done unofficially. I called David's Bridal a couple of weeks ago to see if they could alter a dress that wasn't bought from their store, since the store I did buy it from is almost 3 hours away, and that's difficult to manage with an infant. The fact that the lady on the phone didn't speak very good English probably should've been a warning sign, but no red flags were raised, so I went ahead and made an appointment, took my dress in, and got it all pinned and everything. It wasn't until after I hauled the dress off over my head, pins and all, and got it back in the plastic that the lady looked at it, realized it wasn't one of their dresses, and told me they couldn't do it.
...To which I assumed my most dismayed, 'but-I-called-about-this' expression, and she agreed to do the alterations herself in her free time. This made me nervous, not because I doubt her ability -- she'd be the one doing the alterations anyway -- but because without going through official channels, I was nervous about actually getting the dress back, and in time for the wedding.
Arrangements have been made for me to pick it up on Thursday, though, and she's charging me less than David's would have, so my mind is a bit more at ease, now.
As soon as I hung up the phone -- like, thirty seconds after I hung up the phone -- the doorbell rings, and it's a police officer standing on my front porch.
Apparently, we've been getting mail for a man that never should have lived in our house. The name on the mail is not the name of our (deadbeat) tenant, but someone entirely different. And, according to the nice police officer on my doorstep this morning, he's got a warrant out for his arrest. I told him about the mail, and that I had no idea who it was or why he was getting mail at our address, and surmised that he might've been just getting his mail sent here or squatting with our (deadbeat) tenant or something. He thanked me, and as he turned to go back to his car, said something along the lines of, 'well, I thought this was an awfully nice neighborhood for what he's charged with.'
...
Not comforting. I didn't ask what he was charged with, but still. Not comforting.
And finally, FINALLY, the garage door opener manufacturer emailed me back about our missing garage door remotes. Apparently our (deadbeat) tenant took off with them, so I had to order more, only I couldn't find the model number to pin down which remotes I needed to order. They emailed me back that it's hidden under the light shield on the front, and I need THIS remote, and thank you for my business. So now I've got an order in for two remotes, and we will FINALLY be able to actually pull our cars into our garage again.
Whew. How's that for making up for months and months of minimal posting?
On a typical morning, Peanut wakes me up around 7am babbling to himself in his crib. I'm extremely fortunate that he sleeps the whole night through, so I don't really mind getting up at 7 to change his massively full diaper and give him some formula. Especially since I can put him right back in his crib and he'll babble/nap for another couple of hours, at least, and I can go back to bed and doze for a little while.
This morning, my phone rang while I was dozing -- my bridesmaid dress will be ready for pick up by the end of the week, and would I like to come pick it up Thursday or Saturday? I said Thursday, please, I will be out of town this weekend and would like to have it all squared away before I leave.
The fact that it's ready is a HUGE weight off my shoulders -- mostly because the alterations are being done unofficially. I called David's Bridal a couple of weeks ago to see if they could alter a dress that wasn't bought from their store, since the store I did buy it from is almost 3 hours away, and that's difficult to manage with an infant. The fact that the lady on the phone didn't speak very good English probably should've been a warning sign, but no red flags were raised, so I went ahead and made an appointment, took my dress in, and got it all pinned and everything. It wasn't until after I hauled the dress off over my head, pins and all, and got it back in the plastic that the lady looked at it, realized it wasn't one of their dresses, and told me they couldn't do it.
...To which I assumed my most dismayed, 'but-I-called-about-this' expression, and she agreed to do the alterations herself in her free time. This made me nervous, not because I doubt her ability -- she'd be the one doing the alterations anyway -- but because without going through official channels, I was nervous about actually getting the dress back, and in time for the wedding.
Arrangements have been made for me to pick it up on Thursday, though, and she's charging me less than David's would have, so my mind is a bit more at ease, now.
As soon as I hung up the phone -- like, thirty seconds after I hung up the phone -- the doorbell rings, and it's a police officer standing on my front porch.
Apparently, we've been getting mail for a man that never should have lived in our house. The name on the mail is not the name of our (deadbeat) tenant, but someone entirely different. And, according to the nice police officer on my doorstep this morning, he's got a warrant out for his arrest. I told him about the mail, and that I had no idea who it was or why he was getting mail at our address, and surmised that he might've been just getting his mail sent here or squatting with our (deadbeat) tenant or something. He thanked me, and as he turned to go back to his car, said something along the lines of, 'well, I thought this was an awfully nice neighborhood for what he's charged with.'
...
Not comforting. I didn't ask what he was charged with, but still. Not comforting.
And finally, FINALLY, the garage door opener manufacturer emailed me back about our missing garage door remotes. Apparently our (deadbeat) tenant took off with them, so I had to order more, only I couldn't find the model number to pin down which remotes I needed to order. They emailed me back that it's hidden under the light shield on the front, and I need THIS remote, and thank you for my business. So now I've got an order in for two remotes, and we will FINALLY be able to actually pull our cars into our garage again.
Whew. How's that for making up for months and months of minimal posting?