Forget the bow-chicka-chicka. Neighbor-boy is toast.
He’s ruined our laundry!
It’s a long story, but it involves an early morning visit by the fire department, lots of water, and some Ukrainian floor varnisher screaming obscenities in his native tongue and English as well.
This is the last thing I need to wake up to when I've got a hangover leveling out at Defcon 5 proportions.
It wasn’t a pretty scene and the situation will not improve at all considering I will be schlepping my unmentionables and more to the laundry mat again.
He’s gonna get the fist shaking of his life the next time I see that boy. Oh yes, he is.
In other news I bought The White Stripes CD I’ve been dying to have forever now.
Detroit hipsters! Who knew!
Other notable weekend accomplishments:
Also purchased: used copy of Rushmore soundtrack, as I am a sucker for the British Invasion.
Decided I wanted to sell my car, buy a Scooter and run off with the cute and probably only 18 year old boy behind the counter of the music store so we could begin our life together in search of ultra-cool fashion and become The Perfect Mod hipster couple.
Quickly snapped out of it when I realized I have zero fashion sense, Mod or otherwise.
Bought fragrant candle to ease the pain (zen is not only a state of mind, it’s apparently a new scent)
Flipped off machismo-man in his Mercedes. I do not care that his prissy wife and teenaged sons were passengers. Dude and his fancy car almost killed me, he deserved worse.
Called hotel to make reservation and kept cute-sounding customer service fellow at my service longer than necessary with ridiculous questions (so, what’s the thread count on those sheets?) for my own perverse and personal amusement
For dinner: made corn bread with soymilk and Jiffy © mix. (yes the cupboard is bare)
Finally, my hand: