(no subject)
First day back to work after vacation, and weird things are already afoot. That is, somehow a carton of Shaw's brand eggs made it into the Stop and Shop. I didn't even notice until it rang up not on file twice. Other than that it was a normal day, except that I had the string of people all paying cash right when I ran out of ones (and there were no CDHs in sight to give me more).
The apartment is coming together bit by bit. We got cable, phone, and internet on Friday, which is pretty convenient, even if it means we're watching more Law and Order all of a sudden. But we can also watch Castle reruns without going over to the house, so that's a plus. We went to Ikea on Wednesday, and picked up a couple of things for a modular bookcase, plus a desk for Dave. We also got a sofa table that we're going to use as a stand for the TV, but we haven't put that together yet. I'm gonnna get on that tomorrow, I hope.
My folks went to Maine last week, and it turns out that the lady downstairs (the landlord's mother) also went to Maine last week. Which we found out when she knocked on our door yesterday, demanding to know what happened to her bathroom ceiling. We guessed that it was from when the toilet overflowed a few days back, since we didn't have a plunger and I had to drive to Hines and buy one. Ah well.
I'm getting sick and tired of seeing commercials for CiCi's Pizza, since there aren't any around here (the closest one in 132 miles away).
The apartment is coming together bit by bit. We got cable, phone, and internet on Friday, which is pretty convenient, even if it means we're watching more Law and Order all of a sudden. But we can also watch Castle reruns without going over to the house, so that's a plus. We went to Ikea on Wednesday, and picked up a couple of things for a modular bookcase, plus a desk for Dave. We also got a sofa table that we're going to use as a stand for the TV, but we haven't put that together yet. I'm gonnna get on that tomorrow, I hope.
My folks went to Maine last week, and it turns out that the lady downstairs (the landlord's mother) also went to Maine last week. Which we found out when she knocked on our door yesterday, demanding to know what happened to her bathroom ceiling. We guessed that it was from when the toilet overflowed a few days back, since we didn't have a plunger and I had to drive to Hines and buy one. Ah well.
I'm getting sick and tired of seeing commercials for CiCi's Pizza, since there aren't any around here (the closest one in 132 miles away).