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Well I got through the day okay. It was a little strange how high energy I was. More strange is how I just didn’t eat all day. I mean, you start at 4, and just do projects till the store opens. Then you go to Starbucks. Then all of a sudden you are done! I kinda like it, except for the part where I came home and went right to sleep on the couch till 4 in the afternoon. That part sucked. I hate napping. Total waste of time in my opinion.
Anyhoo, funny story. I had gone back out after my nap to fetch my dry-cleaning and some meat for a quick dinner. (SYTYCD party again tonight!) I was on my way back when I noticed a home in our neighborhood with a tent over it. You know the ones? What are those for anyway? I suppose I *could* Google it, but really… When you are trying to trap inside whatever it is you are fumigating for, it can’t be anything good. Plus, how embarrassing. They aren’t even trying to be subtle. It’s like a circus tent right on the corner! Bright yellow and blue stripes!
The thing obviously made me wonder about what sort of pests and how they spread. The usual OCD thoughts. I felt all itchy too, you know how you do when you think about bugs?
So I get to the house and Richard is home. We banter a bit about our day as he ate a yogurt. Out of nowhere he announces that there is a dead mouse on the floor. A dead mouse! How can that be? How’d it get in? Does it have anything to do with The Tent? Was it fleeing when the poison finally got it? HOW DID IT GET IN???
Richard sprung into action. First, he finished his yogurt. Then he leaned in… As he went to get it, he figured he might need more light… I mean, it was a corpse. I switched them on. All of them. It was at that point where he realized that..
...it was was not so much a dead mouse. Nope. It was a hair-ball. Somehow the cat had shaped it exactly as a dead mouse upon spewing it forth onto my clean floor.
But you can see why we panicked. Can’t you? I should have taken a picture! I thought about it too! Luckily for you I realized that uploading photos of cat regurgitate onto internets is unseemly for a blog of this stature. *wink*
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Hey, so here’s one. I asked Richard what I should blog about today. He mentioned the dry cleaning fiasco. Hahah. Not funny, but now clearly I have to bring the entire Internets up to speed on our mutual idiocy. You see, we have a lot of dry cleaning. A retail gig is really all about dressing fancy while running around and sweating your ass off all day, right? So yeah. We go to the cleaners a lot. Anyhoo. Yeah, so we (as in I) dropped off all of the soiled shirts and pants, as well as Richard’s tuxedo. He intended to wear it for an upcoming thing, you see. He needed it back by today. Saturday.
Anyway. The intent was always that he was going to pick up the stuff, as he was off work really early Saturday (today). Are you following all this buildup?
On Friday I was on my way home, and called him to see what he wanted to do for dinner. He announced that it had been a long day and he wanted PIZZA. Round Table PIZZA. Erm, that’s off the big diet, but okay. We hadn’t had a ‘real’ pizza in months. I was game. I told him he’d have to pick it up though. He was less than thrilled, but wanted pizza. Heh. However while we were talking I realized he was still at work and exited off the freeway towards the grocery. I said I would get the dry cleaning too, it was just in the same parking lot for cry-eye. He said he had intended to do that Saturday. I said, “Are you sure?” He was like, “Yeah”. So long story short I skipped the cleaners and just brought home the milk I needed.
As it turned out this was the wrong choice. As penance I had to clean up the kitchen from the pizza dinner. Plus, the following day (back to Saturday) I was assigned to take back the late movies, go to the grocery store AND pick up the dry cleaning that Richard had thought I was going to get on Friday!!! Even though he was going to be off at two in the afternoon. I wouldn’t get home until at least six with all these errands!
(Is this confusing or mundane? I can’t tell…)
So now (FINALLY) it’s Saturday afternoon. About twenty after five I guess. I am on my way to the store/Blockbuster/dry cleaners after a busy day at work when I notice I had a message on my phone from Richard. He went on how he had suddenly felt bad and decided to get out and handle some of the errands after napping since he had been off since TWO, and lucky he did because the DRY CLEANER closed at five! It was TEN AFTER when he got there!! He had tried knocking on the door, banging and then shouting but the people inside ignored him because they were closed.. (I had to call him back for the rest of the story.) Turns out he ran around back and caught them getting into their cars… He begged to get them to give him his tux. They weren’t going to… but they did. And thank GAWD since somehow this is all my fault because I thought he had insisted on picking up the dry cleaning on Saturday himself.
I have been half in the doghouse ever since.
