Bug Spray and My Afternoon at the Goulag
Yesterday John and I made an obligatory visit to my folks. It was quite a bit more pleasant than usual. Even though John made us miss our first bus (as always) we still made our connection and got to Oly in time. The hour and a half we had to spend with Mom and her (wonderful) boyfriend flew by, when normally it crawls after the first 20 minutes because we usually run out things to talk about. Then Mom gave us a lift to the east-side co-op, and we picked up some spices (mmmm, fresh basil) and some more honey. We caught a bus right away, and hung out at Gabbie's (officially known as Olympic Cards and Comics) for the next hour or two. If Gabbie's was in Seattle, Seattle would be perfect. Alas, it is not, and the community at Gabbie's is part of what makes me so eager to move back to Olympia after I'm done with school. While I was there I picked up my first fantasy miniature to paint, a little female gnome with a battle axe. She looks just like one of my favorite D&D characters, who I hope to use again someday. I'm excited for the painting challenge, as painting a little gnome ( 1/2" high) is going to be very different from painting a larger Chaos Marine in full body armor with a helmet. I'm also excited to be painting a miniature I can use in a game that >I< play (D&D) versus painting them for someone else, to use in their game (Warhammer 40K, which I do not have the patience to play.)
When Shawn (my step-dad and sister's father, who is no longer with my mother) came and picked us up, he has his new wife with him. She's normally very nice, but unfortunately pregnancy disagrees with her. Shawn was much less crude than normal, and conversation flowed with Jane and Millard (his mother and step-father) and with Licia (his sociopathic sister) flowed easier and longer than usual. And the blackberry cobbler we had for dessert was amazing, as always.
Today started out awesome, with my John surprising me in bed. :D
But because my roomates don't clean up after themselves, especially in the kitchen (leaving food all over the place, not wiping up spills, etc.) we had a huge cloud of fruit flies/gnats. So I finally broke down, walked to Target, and bought some Raid. $5, when I had $30 to last possibly all week. And of course I had to clean all the kitchen surfaces after I sprayed the stuff, so no one would get sick. Once the clean dishes get put away, and the living room vacuumed tonight, I'm going to take a picture. And then for the next week, I'm only going to clean up after myself. I'm going to take pictures every day, and keep a log, possibly here. I want people to see how bad it is. I wonder when is too soon to tell your roomates you don't intend on renewing the lease with them for a third year?
When Shawn (my step-dad and sister's father, who is no longer with my mother) came and picked us up, he has his new wife with him. She's normally very nice, but unfortunately pregnancy disagrees with her. Shawn was much less crude than normal, and conversation flowed with Jane and Millard (his mother and step-father) and with Licia (his sociopathic sister) flowed easier and longer than usual. And the blackberry cobbler we had for dessert was amazing, as always.
Today started out awesome, with my John surprising me in bed. :D
But because my roomates don't clean up after themselves, especially in the kitchen (leaving food all over the place, not wiping up spills, etc.) we had a huge cloud of fruit flies/gnats. So I finally broke down, walked to Target, and bought some Raid. $5, when I had $30 to last possibly all week. And of course I had to clean all the kitchen surfaces after I sprayed the stuff, so no one would get sick. Once the clean dishes get put away, and the living room vacuumed tonight, I'm going to take a picture. And then for the next week, I'm only going to clean up after myself. I'm going to take pictures every day, and keep a log, possibly here. I want people to see how bad it is. I wonder when is too soon to tell your roomates you don't intend on renewing the lease with them for a third year?