Not a single drop of deodorant will come out of the bottle of deodorant that does not make my hyper allergic arm pits swell up. I planned a couple of errands today to conveniently take me by whole foods, where I purchase the semi effective, but seemingly benign deodorant, and whole foods was closed due to no power. Oh yeah.
I'm gonna smell nice tomorrow.
When you are someone who happens to be in a sweet heavenly island of no electrical outages it is hard to remember that right down the street someone can't take a shower, cook a meal or flush their toilets thanks to the latest freak weather Nor' easter that tore through here and dumped about 6 inches of wet slushy snow/ice 2 days before Halloween. Who ever heard of climbing over snow drifts to ring doorbells on Halloween? Snow in October. Seriously. Sheesh. Weather. In stepford (92% is without power in the dark tonight) the town has declared that Halloween will be celebrated on Nov. 4th this year. I couldn't make that up if I wanted to. That is some good comedic fodder right there.
I'm gonna milk that one.
Also, now that I brought Sylvia to the dealer for her 100,000 mile check up, and forked over a big chunk of cash thinking I'd be able to drive her pitiful dented self for at least another 50,000 miles, she is falling apart, and I can't help but suspect that the dealer didn't mess something up under her hood. In addition to NO HEAT (bad timing! Hello snow!) she almost overheated on the not quite two mile trek from Josh's elementary school to our new town house. She was hot enough that she was almost in the red and that the warning which said "ENGINE COOLANT HOT" came on. Fracking frackety frack.
I'm gonna call the car dealer tomorrow.
I called all the neighbors in utopia and reminded them that we have a generator in our house, since pretty much the entire town is without heat. The sentry tried to go down to my house and make herself some coffee. Guess whose generator isn't working!
I'm gonna call the electrician tomorrow.
Also, I have to find a painter. If I have to live one more week with a sunshine daisy yellow faux something ragged/sponged painted dining room I'm going to start puking smiley faces, for that is pretty damned close to the color of my current new town dining room.
I just might paint it myself.
But I fear I am too lazy.
Knowing me I'd only paint half. That might be worse.
I had a fantasy this morning that I could build my own furniture since I know precisely what I want, but don't know where to find it. At least don't know where to find it in a price range I'd be willing to consider buying it at. Wouldn't it be awesome to see something and go into your wood shop, or welding studio, or what ever you need and just whip one out? I'd totally reproduce all the most expensive museum worthy pieces out there.
I'm so tired I'm going to fall on my face.
Matt went back to Hipster U this morning. I miss him already.