6-13-09 Saturday (Not Delivery)

Jim had been doing a lot of tire research.  We have a Consumer Reports on-line subscription that makes it handy to find what’s been rated the best performer for the best price.  For you tire familiar people, our tread depths left were: 9/32, 5/32, 5/32, 1/32.  For the most part, it was time for new tires.  We went ahead and replaced all 4 with Kumho (Pronounced Coo-mo, ya pig) that were high rated by Consumer Reports.  The best price was at Discount Tires which has many locations around the country.  It took them only 45 minutes, and we were out of there.  They road OK on the way home but seem to be louder than the previous tires. 

I dub today, do-laundry-in-the-free-campground-Maytag-washers-and-dryers day.  Mark your calendars, or not.  I washed the comforter, sheets, a load of jeans and jackets. I’m still doing perma-press here as I like to snag those out of the dryer one by one as I hang them up damp.  I did socks, underwear, etc yesterday in our machine.  It’s just simpler for me than running back and forth to a machine.  A rough life?  I was thinking the same thing. 

We’re having pizza for dinner.  Homemade, or at least the kind where you buy the crust and add the stuff yourself.  Yeah, that kind.  The campground does dinner here nightly for $9.95.  Tonight was ribs.  Jim was ready to have it but I talked him out of it.  I love ribs but we have to stop the eating out thing.  Jim agreed, amusingly pointing out that he’s not even a big rib fan anyway.  Dasher likes crusts.  Dasher the Vulture. 

Jim has been enjoying the spacious showers here at the campground. I was cleaning the bathroom and noticed his towel was gone.  He left it in the showers.  He went there, no luck.  He went to the office, no luck.  Would some ass-clown have stolen it?  Ugh.  Finders Keepers? 

Boredom finally sank in so off to Cold Stone we went.  As I type this I’m almost nauseated by what I ate.  I got my usual but the guy put triple the ingredients in.  Instead of 1 peanut butter cup, he put 3.  Repeat for the other ingredients.  He made Jim’s (different ingredients) the same way.  Our first reaction was “Ooooo yum” but once we dug into it, it was too much.  We seem to have a lot of variations from Cold Stone lately.  They’re not understanding the need for consistency.  Some day we’ll be strong enough to just not have the damn stuff.  We eat it too often.  Sometimes I don’t even blog about it out of shame/guilt.  Ugh.

After Cold Stone we waddled through Walmart for a few things.  Fun stuff for a Saturday night, huh?