I also bought gum, something else I'm not know for using a lot. weird.
The Ipod was recovered, it had been hidden by one of Linda's growing stacks of mail, and she found it while trying to neaten the stack. I sigh, smile, and shake my head. Linda and the mail is an ongoing project. I throw most of it away, but her personal mail tends to take a life if its own.
Which led me to thinking about future houses. I've been itching for a year and a half now for a house. Ideally, I had wanted a townhouse somewhere, a starter home that I could purchase and set up as I wanted before looking to something bigger after the whole marriage/kids thing. Mostly kids, because you want to have room for them to beat each others heads in. I'm one of these disgusting people who wants to have a house, and a Home Depot card and paint it funny colors and decorate it. Yes, I think I got my mother's bug. She's one of those disgusting people too, but she never completed any of it. Part of it was money, she's never had any, and part of it was imeptus, she was usually tired after working and coming home to four kids, later five, then six. But she is who I get the bug from. I watch TLC and DIY, and make plans that involve painters tape and sponge brushes.
I'm thrilled with the idea. But I realize that whoever lives with me in the future, they might not like my ideas. This is bursting a bubble in my head. Because I'd like a neat, if not always tidy house, that does not look like a cross between a depression era packrat and a Fry's superstore that just was hit by a massive tornado. I sense resentment in the air for this.
Anyway, till then, I will quietly throw away piles of mail and set up my Xbox upstairs in my room....perhaps tonight, I feel a video game itch coming on.
As for Umlaut, well she's been a sick girl. First off, I had to rebuild her entire engine, or Gregg the Mechanic did, and it cost me $1500, which is about $1000 cheaper than what the other place quoted me, and about $1500 cheaper than what they would have charged me. But she's running, though she still has a funny knock when she idles that I think i'll have Gregg take a look at and tune, becuase it might just need an adjustment. Then I kept having repeated eletrical problems, namely the battery dying on me in traffic. So I had her taken to Pep Boys last night, and despite the fact I knew they would swindle me, the car was fixed, with a new alternator, a fixed fuse, and the battery charged. Now to get the new rear fender attatched so it's not flying in the wind, and I'm set. Hopefully nothing new goes wrong for a while, though I probably should have her tires looked at soon, just because I'm paranoid and wouldn't know if they needed switching around or replacing. All I ask is another couple of years out of the girl till i get enough of my loans paid off that I can look into a new car.
Which reminds me, I need to pay off bills tonight, so I can take them to the post office, along with Frankie's present.
Off to another day sorting resumes. Fun.