They Call Me Junebug

TGIF

Why running home at lunch sucks:

1 – I wasn’t really running home to have lunch, I was running home to meet the garage door repairman, but I was using my lunch hour to do it. Score 2 points for eating a granola bar in the car.
2 – I tried to be efficient and use my time at home wisely to do some things that needed to be done around the house, rather than sit and watch TV like I wanted to do.
3 – While emptying the dishwasher, I was putting pots in the cabinet and raked my knuckles down the cheese grater lurking in the back corner.
4 – The Beast went outside to play, and trying to be a good owner, I went with him. Rather than play though, he had in mind to find the one muddy spot in the yard, paw around a bit, and then come and jump on me and my white shirt.
5 – Having to change my shirt prompted me to change out the laundry, only to discover that I washed my brand new, dry clean only sweater. I’m an awesome laundress.
5 – The garage door repair that I thought was covered by my home warranty wasn’t covered because it was the door that was broken, not the opener. That’s $150 bucks out of the budget that wasn’t planned for.
6 – And to top it all off, I went off and left the back door unlocked. Hope that repairman was as ethical as he was good looking.

So, the lesson for the day is this: Make your husband take vacation and handle meeting repairmen, rather than trying to use your lunch hour for a dash home.

In other news:

- It’s blustery outdoors. The wind is gusting at like 40+ MPH, which makes driving a truck fun.
- I’m down to my last pair of jeans that fit. It is now imperative that I lose the newlywed weight, or I will be naked. Which I guess doesn’t sound so bad, but it could make the office awkward.
- We bought a bedroom suite last night, which makes it official. We’re grownups.
- I got a notice saying my car insurance was cancelled, which after several weeks of foul-ups, screw-ups and assurances by the company that I didn’t need to pay that $880 monthly bill they sent me is not totally surprising. So much for having your Grandfather and Cousin as your insurance agents.
- Thanks to the garage door repairs (the track and doors were completely out of alignment and would not raise or lower), the much-needed “date” my husband and I were going to have is now downgraded to picking up take-out and watching the first season of “Dawson’s Creek” on Netflix. Being homeowners is so much fun.

That’s all I’ve got. I’m out for the weekend, as I live in the dark ages and don’t have internet at home. In fact, since my apartment was broken in to in April, I don’t even have a computer at home. AND I don’t have cable, just plain old network tv. I know I know, how do I live? Very nicely actually…I debate having internet, maybe purchased with the impending Christmas bonus, but then I think about how many hours my husband would spend playing Text Twist or Cubis, and I forget the whole idea. So those of you with your wireless internet, well, just remember how lucky you are, and that people can and do survive without it!

Ok, now, I’m really done.

posted by The Call Me Junebug @ 2:40 PM