Sep 18, 2007 18:01
Blair has been lying to our landlord about our dead cat for 3 months. The cat was in this house when we moved in and we adopted her. Our crazy landlord 'rescued her' from the last tenants, and therefore was extremely attached to her(as she is one of those token 'crazy cat ladies'). This morning's conversation between Blair and I:
"you can't keep telling Eileen that Bela is fine. I'm going to phone and tell her...I'll pretend it just happened. She's going to find out eventually."
"No she won't"
"what about when we move?"
"we'll tell her we're taking Bela with us"
"I will not be a part of your giant web of lies"
"George Castanza gets away with it"
"you're not George Castanza."
...so then I call Eileen to tell her that Bela has 'just been hit', and I actually broke down on the phone. Heaven help us. Eileen comforted me and said Bela had a good home, and I sniffled and said with a shaking voice: "we were also wondering about getting our heater fixed."
Then Chelsea and I did our first pilates workout together.
Darren arrive home when we were almost done, and therefore unable to actually do many of the moves because of our super weak and exhausted muscles. He sat on the couch eating a large pastry and laughed so hard. We told him to go away but he wouldn't.
Then Chelsea and I rode our bikes to a sweet blackberry patch near Recyclistas. I dropped off my rainbow bright cruiser and we picked while the breaks got fixed. Then we rode to a thrift store and got free organic spinach for some reason. Apparently local grocers donate it and shit- we got a lot of spinach. Then we got a lot more groceries...so many that we couldn't ride our bikes because my basket was full of blackberries and our handlebars were loaded with heavy bags.
We looked like children because chelsea is very small and I was riding a children's bicycle.