July 01, 2009
Round Food and Low Expectations
I am the only one in my department today. PhD Boss is in Columbus, Ohio. Rev. Boss is in Detroit, Michigan. And Executive Administrative Assistant is in bed, I hope, because she sounded like crap yesterday. Either way, she's not here spreading her germs, and that's what counts.
Well, actually, the Intern is here, but she's so tiny and adorable and passive, she's barely even a blip on my radar. And she certainly doesn't have the balls to tell me to stop painting my nails (mirror-finish baby pink!) and surfing Facebook, so she's basically a non-entity.
Husband is going to give a presentation at Vacation Bible School this morning. I don't know why. I mean, besides the fact that he was asked to. He doesn't bible-school-aged children anymore. I think he just likes talking about plants. He's going to teach them about growing tomatos or something. My eyes glaze over at the very thought, so I don't know how the young 'uns are going to take it. Two minutes of plant-talk, and I'd be BEGGING to build a diorama of Noah's ark.
Anyhoo, his presentation was at 10:00 a.m., which means that we could go out to breakfast together without fearing recourse from our jobs! This concept is rare even on weekends, and unheard of on weekdays.
So, we went to the Pancake House. (Not to be confused with International House of Crapcakes, which I will not even dignify with a link.)
My entire breakfast was round this morning. I got ten silver dollar pancakes, two sausage patties, and orange juice, which comes from a round fruit. It was very Sesame Street-esque. Are coffee beans round? Because I had two cups of coffee, too. And now I'm waiting for the bathroom to be vacant so I can go poop in the round potty.
Today's blog was supposed to be about the Gay Pride Parade, which I attended over the weekend. But I have a TON of photos to go through. So you have that to look forward to.
What I'M looking forward to is painting our butt-ugly powder room this weekend. And in order to find a previous post on said powder room, so that you can see photos of it and shrink in terror, I typed in "bathroom" in my blog's Search box. It came up with 81 blogs containing the word bathroom. I may have some sort of fixation. Anyhoo, here's the post, so you can see why I'm so eager to change the walls.
In theory, it should only mean one trip to Home Depot for paint and a new light. The foil actually comes off the wall very easily, leaving only the backing to scrape off. And with the help of toxic chemicals, that should be a breeze. And then we paint, and I can hang pretty things on the walls! Yay!
Now, I can't argue that we could -- and should -- get rid of the tile on the walls. And the floor. But frankly? I'd rather spend the money on a 50" t.v. than a whole remodel. I can live with partial-ugly. And with my standards set so low, I should be able to fit in a nap on Friday and still be done in time to watch a couple epsides of Burn Notice before betime.
And now I've just jinxed us by talking about what a snap it will be, so we'll be divorced by Monday, surely.
Comments
I forgot about the Headcheese vanity!!!
You know darn well you're going to peel the paper off and find some crazy shit under there other - like sketches Columbus drew on his way to the new world. Which will require you to stop what you're doing, get an historian in, then the news people come and pretty soon your shitter is on tv and you can't remodel it.
Posted by: Hope at July 1, 2009 11:59 AM