Happy thoughts
They are turning my apartment building into condos. We've been told we need to move out sometime between the first of November and the end of December. I am really unhappy about this because we have a gorgeous apartment where maintenance requests are answered in a timely manner. And we only got to live there for six months.
My boyfriend Cat and I went apartment hunting on Saturday. We found a huge-mungous two-bedroom with a nice kitchen and bathroom. Oddly enough, it's right across the street from our old apartment. We've applied for a lease, and are in the process of getting our new place.
This makes me happy.
Today, my co-workers and I almost dined at a place we jokingly refer to as Milfies. The manager is an attractive forty-something empty-nester one might classify as a MILF (the acronym popularized by the movie American Pie). Milfies is closed on Mondays though. On the way to discovering this, I stepped in a puddle and my shoes flooded with water. When I got back to work, I ran my socks and shoes under the air dryer in the rest room. My socks and shoes are still a little damp, but very toasty.
This too makes me happy.
I have an appointment with the cute eye doctor next Friday, on the 4th. Hopefully, this is the appointment where he tells me that my eyes are done healing from the retina-reattachment surgery a few months ago, and that I can finally get a prescription for new glasses and contact lenses. Right now, trying to read is somewhat difficult. Text swims around on the page and screen as though my astigmatism has changed. The smaller the text is, the harder it is for me to 'pin it down'. When I can get my new glasses, reading will not be a chore anymore.
This makes me happiest of all.
My boyfriend Cat and I went apartment hunting on Saturday. We found a huge-mungous two-bedroom with a nice kitchen and bathroom. Oddly enough, it's right across the street from our old apartment. We've applied for a lease, and are in the process of getting our new place.
This makes me happy.
Today, my co-workers and I almost dined at a place we jokingly refer to as Milfies. The manager is an attractive forty-something empty-nester one might classify as a MILF (the acronym popularized by the movie American Pie). Milfies is closed on Mondays though. On the way to discovering this, I stepped in a puddle and my shoes flooded with water. When I got back to work, I ran my socks and shoes under the air dryer in the rest room. My socks and shoes are still a little damp, but very toasty.
This too makes me happy.
I have an appointment with the cute eye doctor next Friday, on the 4th. Hopefully, this is the appointment where he tells me that my eyes are done healing from the retina-reattachment surgery a few months ago, and that I can finally get a prescription for new glasses and contact lenses. Right now, trying to read is somewhat difficult. Text swims around on the page and screen as though my astigmatism has changed. The smaller the text is, the harder it is for me to 'pin it down'. When I can get my new glasses, reading will not be a chore anymore.
This makes me happiest of all.