funny things
darn it, I was going to post a hilarious photo but I can't find the cable for the camera. Pretty soon I will post it, though!
The other day I had a flat tire (not so hilarious, and a car a few spaces down also had the exact same tire flat, so I worried about tire-slashing vandals, but since it turned out to only be a teeny puncture in my tire, it is more likely that someone threw some nails around the entrance road to my apartment complex or something like that. ANYWAY). So I called AAA, because, while I am perfectly capable of changing a tire, what's the point of having AAA if I can't make someone else do that for me (come to think of it, what do I have a husband for?). so I call AAA, and a guy comes out to change the tire. Now I have to set up the scene. Tire guy has jacked the car up and is bent over removing the flat tire. I have the trunk open so I can take the spare out. But there's a lot of crap in my trunk and I can't even get to the spare! (Mind you, tire guy is bent over). And I exclaim "Whoa, there's a lot of junk in the trunk!" and tire guy says "excuse me?"
In other news: Center Fest was really successful and I made a decent amount of money (and bartered with another vendor for a beautiful basket). Malloy, owner of the Fiber Loft is selling the leftover stock at the store, and I already sold a hat there! I'll be teaching a needlefelting workshop there October 25th, and I should have a pattern or 2 for sale there pretty soon!
My sister spontaneously and for no apparent reason sent me an awesome shirt with an angry muffin (or it could be a cupcake, there is debate) saying "AH MUNNA EAT CHOO!".
My mom is leaving for France on Wednesday! Lucky mom!
Today we organized the closets ( we have a termite inspection tomorrow and had to empty the closets anyway), so I took the opportunity to organize my yarn stash/collection, which consisted of taking it out of the 3 storage boxes it lives in, throwing it around on the guest bed, and then tucking it back into the boxes in a more systematic way. Now, despite the fact that I removed a grocery bag full of yarns I intend to donate, and removed all the sock yarn to put in a little box by itsself, somehow the yarn that was left would. not. go back into the very same boxes that it came out of. I guess maybe it was compressed and then inflated when I removed it? I don't know, but it's very strange.
I had a truly revolting cold. It is mostly better now. But while I had it, the people upstairs had a leaky pipe AGAIN and water came through our ceiling AGAIN and the maintenance guy took forever to respond to the page and I was up late because of it all (the maintenance guy was super helpful when he did show up and came back the next day to paint over the water stains from the LAST leaking pipe). I had a staff meeting the next day and we had to say what we would like to be reincarnated as and I said "as a bear and I'd live in a cave in the woods with no pipes and no maintenance men and I'd sleep a lot and it would be great." It's kinda still true.
My husband is grouchy because there is some drama in his family of origin. He better get over it soon.
I've completely lost my cooking mojo and can't even remember what people eat other than sandwiches and mac and cheese. Any ideas?
The other day I had a flat tire (not so hilarious, and a car a few spaces down also had the exact same tire flat, so I worried about tire-slashing vandals, but since it turned out to only be a teeny puncture in my tire, it is more likely that someone threw some nails around the entrance road to my apartment complex or something like that. ANYWAY). So I called AAA, because, while I am perfectly capable of changing a tire, what's the point of having AAA if I can't make someone else do that for me (come to think of it, what do I have a husband for?). so I call AAA, and a guy comes out to change the tire. Now I have to set up the scene. Tire guy has jacked the car up and is bent over removing the flat tire. I have the trunk open so I can take the spare out. But there's a lot of crap in my trunk and I can't even get to the spare! (Mind you, tire guy is bent over). And I exclaim "Whoa, there's a lot of junk in the trunk!" and tire guy says "excuse me?"
In other news: Center Fest was really successful and I made a decent amount of money (and bartered with another vendor for a beautiful basket). Malloy, owner of the Fiber Loft is selling the leftover stock at the store, and I already sold a hat there! I'll be teaching a needlefelting workshop there October 25th, and I should have a pattern or 2 for sale there pretty soon!
My sister spontaneously and for no apparent reason sent me an awesome shirt with an angry muffin (or it could be a cupcake, there is debate) saying "AH MUNNA EAT CHOO!".
My mom is leaving for France on Wednesday! Lucky mom!
Today we organized the closets ( we have a termite inspection tomorrow and had to empty the closets anyway), so I took the opportunity to organize my yarn stash/collection, which consisted of taking it out of the 3 storage boxes it lives in, throwing it around on the guest bed, and then tucking it back into the boxes in a more systematic way. Now, despite the fact that I removed a grocery bag full of yarns I intend to donate, and removed all the sock yarn to put in a little box by itsself, somehow the yarn that was left would. not. go back into the very same boxes that it came out of. I guess maybe it was compressed and then inflated when I removed it? I don't know, but it's very strange.
I had a truly revolting cold. It is mostly better now. But while I had it, the people upstairs had a leaky pipe AGAIN and water came through our ceiling AGAIN and the maintenance guy took forever to respond to the page and I was up late because of it all (the maintenance guy was super helpful when he did show up and came back the next day to paint over the water stains from the LAST leaking pipe). I had a staff meeting the next day and we had to say what we would like to be reincarnated as and I said "as a bear and I'd live in a cave in the woods with no pipes and no maintenance men and I'd sleep a lot and it would be great." It's kinda still true.
My husband is grouchy because there is some drama in his family of origin. He better get over it soon.
I've completely lost my cooking mojo and can't even remember what people eat other than sandwiches and mac and cheese. Any ideas?