I was in Baltimore yesterday. We witnessed rioting from Camden Yards. People throwing barricades at restaurant windows, throwing chairs, throwing tables, beating the shit out of someone. On our way back to our car, we saw lots of police in riot gear. Smashed up police cars. Smashed up non-police cars. And we were almost out of town when we got rear ended at a red light. Pretty sure our Fit needs an entirely new back end.
We are fine, but it's been a very stressful 24 hours.
H and I went to the bacon festival downtown for a few hours, had lunch at a delicious tapas place, then came home and took naps in the armchairs. Once I perked up again I headed out to the outlet mall and managed not to buy anything for myself. Thus, I am allowing myself to buy the Atelier perfume set the Makeup board is raving about.
Now it is a lovely day and H is not home. I'm currently sitting outside on my back steps wishing my back yard wasn't a pile of weeds.
I am thinking I should go take a long walk with the dog and get some beer, then come back and resume my sitting in the weeds.
Sounds like you need to hire a yard guy.
We don't want to make the place look too nice. I think the only reason why our landlord has not taken advantage of the insane housing boom here is because she is too lazy and disorganized to do the work needed to sell it.
If we fix the yard, she might start getting ideas.
Our rent is so cheap by Bay Area standards. A shitty yard is worth it.
We're watching WWE. A wrester was introduced as "hero to the Russian Federation blah blah" and DH turned to me and said, "None of that is true. It's all made up."
"Whaaaat?! Something on wrestling was made up?! No."
I just got back from a Pampered Chef bridal shower. It was almost painfully awkward.
There's a story here that needs telling. Spill.
Well I am just super awkward in general, so normal people probably don't see this as awkward as me.
But the bride doesn't like to cook, but the PC person insisted she come up and make the food for us to eat. We then spent the next 60 minutes watching the PC person talk about avacado peelers, mini mini wooden spoons, ask everyone what their fave PC product is, among other things, all while both she and bride made the food.
Then there was a Pampered Chef word scramble while we ate. And then we were told to go up so she (PC person) can tally the orders and amounts. And then everyone left.
There was just very little interaction or talking with the bride. It was all about the products. Even the chit chat from most everyone was about the products and not the bride.
My takeway was that the PC pizza stone has to be fucking magic or something.
ETA Oh I almost forgot bride's sister's husband comes at the end as they are cleaning up and they get in a spat because he is eating cheese and.his hands are dirty.
Well I am just super awkward in general, so normal people probably don't see this as awkward as me.
But the bride doesn't like to cook, but the PC person insisted she come up and make the food for us to eat. We then spent the next 60 minutes watching the PC person talk about avacado peelers, mini mini wooden spoons, ask everyone what their fave PC product is, among other things, all while both she and bride made the food.
Then there was a Pampered Chef word scramble while we ate. And then we were told to go up so she (PC person) can tally the orders and amounts. And then everyone left.
There was just very little interaction or talking with the bride. It was all about the products. Even the chit chat from most everyone was about the products and not the bride.
My takeway was that the PC pizza stone has to be fucking magic or something.
ETA Oh I almost forgot bride's sister's husband comes at the end as they are cleaning up and they get in a spat because he is eating cheese and.his hands are dirty.
I just left a FB group because I can't deal with idiots trying to rehome their pit bulls without doing anything to make it work. I don't know their lyfe!!11!