I thought I was finished blogging for the evening. As we went to make dinner, of course, we have oven problems now. We lit the pilot, set the temperature, and put in some cheese sticks. They never baked. We checked what we could. The pilot lights but that's it. The burners work fine. Skillet meals coming soon? It must have been my Cookie Catastrophe. Just when I was so thrilled about having an oven, it bails out on us. Why, oh why? I think it's a sign we should eat out all the time? I grilled burgers the other night and the grill wouldn't turn off. I had to disconnect the propane canister. Another sign? Truly. Jim will call a mobile repair guy tomorrow.
After dinner, we went to Home Depot looking for faucet replacement parts. No luck. Next we tried Lowes. No luck. We went to Wal-Mart to pick up some supplies. Wal-Mart was full of some ugly people. "UIF" Jim said many a time. Ugly Inbred F***er. I know, it was rude, we should have waited until we got in the parking lot, right?
I may have mentioned a theory about pinatas to friends in person. Tonight, while in Wal-Mart, I accidentally stumbled into the pinata section. I think these things are SO wrong. What message does it send to your kids? "Hey, beat the snot outta Dora and you'll be rewarded with candy." Carry that into the real world = "Hey, beat that old lady and get her purse."
An item purchased tonight at Wal-Mart was a drill. As we depart, the exit door alarm sounds. We handed the door guy the receipt, he looked at it. He never checked the cart or Jim's jacket laying in the cart seat area either. Instead, he walks over to a podium and writes a bunch of information into a log book. Now, I could have learned sign language faster than he was able to write. He was a UIF.
It's a Saturday night and we ate pasta, then went shopping at hardware stores and then a Wal-Mart. Sad. Part of me doesn't care what day of the week it is. There's no scheduled waking up or such so who cares about the day, right?
OK, I think I'll close off Saturday Part 2, and surf the net for a while. There's only so much I can type and only so much you'll read.
Greetings! ...from a WalMart parking lot in Maryland! This is a first: dry camping at WalMart. OK for an overnight stop, but not my first choice for camping. Ran into the Mart last night, went through 5 bingo cards before I got to Health & Beauty Aids, rubbed shoulders with a herd of folks who are no stranger to 25 yr old manufactured housing, and came out empty-handed. (I'll need to go to CampingWorld for size 1076 12vlt bulbs)
ReplyDeleteHave a great Thanksgiving - saw a nice ad for an all-you-can eat Turkey Barffet at Flying J yesterday - looked tasty. ..and the people you'd be sharing it with can't be more bizarre than family (I'm still considering it)
It's 17 outside, 68 inside, 36 in the basement and 100 in the bathroom (perhaps I need an adjustable heat vent in there?) - and we're heading for colder weather in an hour or so.
Be good!
So is Dasher a greyhound? And also grey in color? The photos I noticed of him are mostly him curled up or hiding under the blankies.
ReplyDeleteOne thing's for sure...you guys are not lacking for adventures! Every day brings something new and interesting. Well at least you're never gonna get bored, right?
ReplyDeleteSteve, you're so Wal-Mart trash! Stop boasting about how you won at Wal-Mart Bingo!
ReplyDeleteLauren, Dasher is an Italian Greyhound. I don't speak Italian so everything sounds like "woof woof". Weird Italian people.
ReplyDeleteJackie, there's really lots to do. Sometimes we just choose not to do them. :-)
ReplyDeleteGarret