So I recently discovered that buying a mint plant is cheaper than buying the pre-packaged mint from the grocery store. So I bought one (or nine) mint plants.
I got the mint plants at Home Depot. They just happened to be running a crazy 50% off sale on all herbs, so I picked up a few plants.
Moving is like1 losing your keys or your cat dying: an all-consuming time suck that is completely uninteresting to everyone else. All of my free time this week was spent hauling things downstairs, dusting, carpet cleaning, standing in line at Home depot, and constructing things.
I took off work yesterday and spent about 9 hours drilling. I probably have lead poisoning from all that paint. I think I’ll develop a cough that will earn my some street-cred at my local VFW.
The drilling was necessary because my apartment was almost completely devoid of fixtures like kitchen hooks, shelving, toilet paper holders, etc.
Yesterday Joel and I went shopping for toilet seat covers.
Watching Joel ponder the choices was hilarious: white or off-white? Round or oval? Plastic or ceramic? The differences in the potty-seat covers were negligible, but Joel and the Home Depot attendant acted as if Joel was picking something to wear on the red carpet.
I did the same thing last year with Jamie, except for last year we shopped for toilets and this year I’m shopping for toilet seat covers. At this rate my next trip to home depot will be for a plunger or maybe even a toilet brush!! These are wild times people…
Joel and I ran several other errands including a trip past Punch Pizza. Joel had a $6-off coupon, but so did the 100 lined up on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.
I kept driving because I refuse to wait outside in line for anything in freezing temperatures unless it involves getting my car out of an impound lot or free Beyonce tickets. And unless Beyonce was breaking it down in the Pizzeria, I didn’t miss much. Next time Punch!
Jamie and I at Home Depot:
We just saw Four Christmases. As we entered the theater we saw a few teenagers get chucked out of the theater by the manager and a rent-a-cop…
Two (or however many) hours later, after the movie, we hear screaming outside of the theater. There’s the manager, the rent-a-cop, and two real cops.
And an irate father…
Pissed dad: “TICKET OR NOT YOU CAN’T THROW A BUNCH OF KIDS OUT INTO BELOW ZERO TEMPERATURES!”
Well, apparently they can. And it’s 28 degrees, thank you.
I spent the day outlining contracts.
Jamie built me a fire, because apparently I’m Renee Zellweger.
And yes, those are both my coffees…they were only 20 ounces…
He was sick during the morning so I fetched him some medicine. I then got royally lost on the way back from getting my textbooks…yeah. It was special. I tried SO hard to make it back without calling for directions, but after 45 minutes being lost for a while, I finally called…
Jamie: Uh, Fail. You’re four miles the wrong way. Turn around. Bye.
Oh well…
…Oh! And before the movie we went toilet shopping!
“I don’t know… this only has level three flushing power. I NEED A LOT OF FLUSHING POWER!
“What? This is serious!
Loading the new crapper (sorry I had to) was fun, because trunk door was frozen shut… so we had to chuck the toilet in the back seat. Hm. Yay Minnesota!
Speaking of which…someone sold the movie rights to my life! Renee Zellweger is starring in a movie where she’s a Miami business woman who moves to Minnesota and falls in love with the rugged Minnesotan hunk.
It’s like the story of my life… except my Minnesota hunk takes me toilet shopping…
