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devilgrrlI am so officially an adult now, it hurts. Steven and I went to Target after work and I didn't buy anything fun or frivilous! No DVDs, no cute Hello Kitty stuff, no nothing. We bought a booster seat, a microwave, hair elastics, bandaids, razor blades, and Tums.
Yuck, my pizza tastes funky. It's not even that old. Mmph.
We didn't even dawdle, except in the kitchen section, and that was because we were looking at cooking accessories. COOKING ACCESSORIES! Oh, and in the furniture section, but I am redecorating. So, anyhow, at the checkout, as I'm writing the $101 and change dollar cheque ($40 for the booster seat, $40 for the microwave, $7 for the razors, and $13 for the rest), Steven was somewhat complaining about how much all this was and how he couldn't remember the last time he had spent more than a hundred dollars on anything. I automatically reminded him that he had, it had been registration for his test. The girl, who must have been all of 16, laughed and asked how long we'd been married.
How. long. had. we. been. married. I don't think I look old enough to be married. I mean, I guess I could see it, considering what we were buying, but still... Now I feel old. Didn't help the fact that I realised it was almost 10 years ago I was in 8th. grade and I'll be out of high school 5 years in June.
Christ.. Stupid holiday. My bank is all screwed up because I deposited something Saturday (a non-day), which went through Sunday (another non-day), and now today (yet a third non-day). So, despite the fact that I have money in my account, the official balance on the front page of my online banking thing says that I am negative. Take this amusement with a grain of salt: when I pulled money before, the previously negative balance did not grow bigger. It stayed the same. I love banks and I love when my paycheque is bigger than what I had in the bank. Because of my paycheque, my account will look negative until sometime around noon tomorrow, but in reality, there is money available. Go, technology!
So continuing in this same, painful Target vein, we found a coffee table. That we both like. And are seriously considering buying.
I'm looking for futon covers and there's a place in Hanover that sells all kinds of mattress-y/furniturey things. I did not find a futon cover that I was willing to pay as much for as they were asking, but I did find this really cool tile coffee table. It's $159 and they do lay-a-way. As I'm standing there, ogling it, I'm automatically thinking of all the cool things I could do with it simply by switching out the tiles. You know, seasons, glass tiles, the works. So I go back to catch up with Steven and take the munchkin to look at "big boy" beds while he poked around. After being sadly disappointed by their selection and realising that the twin mattress and bed that I had when I was a kid was far better than what we saw there, I caught back up to Steven, who had discovered, of all things this really fab massage recliner (we're going to buy it with the $1800 we don't have. Ha ha.), he starts telling me about this really cool coffee table they have there. So I ask "Does it have slate tiles?" and he says yes. We compared notes and found we both had acquired the pertinent information for purchase and a good time was had by all, except possibly the kid, who was heartbroken we could not buy him the $700 orange kids' massage chair. Can't win them all.
Summary of the rest of the week-end, post Saturday: fish tank died, work sucked, Pats won, Campbell's Chunky Jambalaya was good, company was better, we suck because we didn't make it past 12:30, Steven asked me to spell dioxyribonucleic acid at 8:45 this morning, work sucked more, went to Target, dinner, gym, Home Depot, home. Unproductive week-end, really.
All right, productivity is finito. Registered my microwave, finished my Kraft survey, and now I just need to take some sudafed and get some sleep.I'm hoping to get the kitchen cleaned tomorrow so I can rearrange and so I can wash the floor. Every so often, I get inclined to do things.
Yuck, my pizza tastes funky. It's not even that old. Mmph.
We didn't even dawdle, except in the kitchen section, and that was because we were looking at cooking accessories. COOKING ACCESSORIES! Oh, and in the furniture section, but I am redecorating. So, anyhow, at the checkout, as I'm writing the $101 and change dollar cheque ($40 for the booster seat, $40 for the microwave, $7 for the razors, and $13 for the rest), Steven was somewhat complaining about how much all this was and how he couldn't remember the last time he had spent more than a hundred dollars on anything. I automatically reminded him that he had, it had been registration for his test. The girl, who must have been all of 16, laughed and asked how long we'd been married.
How. long. had. we. been. married. I don't think I look old enough to be married. I mean, I guess I could see it, considering what we were buying, but still... Now I feel old. Didn't help the fact that I realised it was almost 10 years ago I was in 8th. grade and I'll be out of high school 5 years in June.
Christ.. Stupid holiday. My bank is all screwed up because I deposited something Saturday (a non-day), which went through Sunday (another non-day), and now today (yet a third non-day). So, despite the fact that I have money in my account, the official balance on the front page of my online banking thing says that I am negative. Take this amusement with a grain of salt: when I pulled money before, the previously negative balance did not grow bigger. It stayed the same. I love banks and I love when my paycheque is bigger than what I had in the bank. Because of my paycheque, my account will look negative until sometime around noon tomorrow, but in reality, there is money available. Go, technology!
So continuing in this same, painful Target vein, we found a coffee table. That we both like. And are seriously considering buying.
I'm looking for futon covers and there's a place in Hanover that sells all kinds of mattress-y/furniturey things. I did not find a futon cover that I was willing to pay as much for as they were asking, but I did find this really cool tile coffee table. It's $159 and they do lay-a-way. As I'm standing there, ogling it, I'm automatically thinking of all the cool things I could do with it simply by switching out the tiles. You know, seasons, glass tiles, the works. So I go back to catch up with Steven and take the munchkin to look at "big boy" beds while he poked around. After being sadly disappointed by their selection and realising that the twin mattress and bed that I had when I was a kid was far better than what we saw there, I caught back up to Steven, who had discovered, of all things this really fab massage recliner (we're going to buy it with the $1800 we don't have. Ha ha.), he starts telling me about this really cool coffee table they have there. So I ask "Does it have slate tiles?" and he says yes. We compared notes and found we both had acquired the pertinent information for purchase and a good time was had by all, except possibly the kid, who was heartbroken we could not buy him the $700 orange kids' massage chair. Can't win them all.
Summary of the rest of the week-end, post Saturday: fish tank died, work sucked, Pats won, Campbell's Chunky Jambalaya was good, company was better, we suck because we didn't make it past 12:30, Steven asked me to spell dioxyribonucleic acid at 8:45 this morning, work sucked more, went to Target, dinner, gym, Home Depot, home. Unproductive week-end, really.
All right, productivity is finito. Registered my microwave, finished my Kraft survey, and now I just need to take some sudafed and get some sleep.I'm hoping to get the kitchen cleaned tomorrow so I can rearrange and so I can wash the floor. Every so often, I get inclined to do things.