Some people are so vindictive, you have to wonder what happened to them as kids.
My sister's refrigerator finally gave out. It wasn't keeping stuff very cool anyways, but it had been enough. Then yesterday, she tried to pour a glass of milk -- expiration date of 4/28 -- and all she poured off was whey, the curds were a solid lump in the jug. So, off to find a new refrigerator. Out of Sears, Lowe's, Menard's, and ABC Warehouse, she found exactly two fridges that would fit the space surrounded by cabinets. Apparently, there's not much call for refrigerators ≤61" tall by ≤32" wide (without being the tiny dorm size). Well, technically she found three, but she wouldn't save herself $150 by going with wire racks instead of plastic shelves. Ah well, her money.
Or should I say, mom's money. She was gonna put a fence in for my sister this spring for Christmas (as in last Christmas), instead she's reimbursing her for the fridge.
So, tomorrow I get to wake up earlier than I would for the earliest work shift, because deliveries start at 7am and ABC can't even give a window delivery time until 10am the morning of. Bastards. Not that I can't wake up early -- in high school I used to go to bed at 10pm every night, and get up at 3am to do homework -- but once I hit college I learned to love the night.
Along the way to finding a fridge, my sister said something strange to me (or at least, I perceived it that way). I jokingly called my car the Pimpmobile -- in the sense that it needs Xzibit's trip to WCC -- and she made the comment that it was better called the Bachelormobile. I'd never thought of myself as a bachelor before, and to be honest I don't know that I've ever used the word outside of diplomas. Funky.
Or should I say, mom's money. She was gonna put a fence in for my sister this spring for Christmas (as in last Christmas), instead she's reimbursing her for the fridge.
So, tomorrow I get to wake up earlier than I would for the earliest work shift, because deliveries start at 7am and ABC can't even give a window delivery time until 10am the morning of. Bastards. Not that I can't wake up early -- in high school I used to go to bed at 10pm every night, and get up at 3am to do homework -- but once I hit college I learned to love the night.
Along the way to finding a fridge, my sister said something strange to me (or at least, I perceived it that way). I jokingly called my car the Pimpmobile -- in the sense that it needs Xzibit's trip to WCC -- and she made the comment that it was better called the Bachelormobile. I'd never thought of myself as a bachelor before, and to be honest I don't know that I've ever used the word outside of diplomas. Funky.