No snow yesterday, though there was a very brief dusting of teeny hail while I was sitting in my car outside of Target. I went in and bought a new coat. Prompted by the fact that there was ice falling on my car. As I got out of my car to walk in, a man walked by me wearing shorts. WTF?
There is, yet again, a chance of snow today, and as it is currently 33 degrees based on the thermometer on my back porch, I suppose it is possible.
Me? I’m just distracted by the fact that Thanksgiving is 2 days away and my house is still a wreck. I finally finished painting the dining room yesterday, so Pete and I set up the table and sideboard last night. It doesn’t quiiiite fit, and the mahogany wood clashes terribly with the color I put on the walls, and perhaps I went upstairs and cried a little bit in the bathroom because it just. isn’t. goddamn. perfect.
However, when I actually set everything up with the chairs, put up a few of the pictures I want in there, and set out the flowers that Pete brought me home yesterday, it isn’t so bad. And in the light of day this morning, I don’t hate it nearly as much as I did last night and I don’t feel like putting my fist through a wall every time I walk in there, so hooray!
Now my next object is the toilet tank currently sitting smack dab in the middle of my kitchen floor. You know, because I HAD to paint the wall immediately behind the toilet. (WHAT IF SOMEONE KNEW I LEFT THAT WHITE? Think of the judgment that would have rained down upon me!) Naturally, the screws were corroded and we need new washers before we put in back on, so for two days I’ve been vaulting over it every time I walk into the kitchen. When I asked Pete what I needed to get from Lowe’s, I only hung on for about .3 seconds before I zoned out and started thinking about lollipops and Care Bears with rainbows coming out of their asses (or whatever it is we girls think about). After he went on for about a minute I said, “Honey, I haven’t the slightest idea what you just said. Why don’t you go by the hardware store on the way home so I don’t start crying in Lowe’s because I don’t remember what kind of washers you need.”
His reply: “Ok, darling. I can do that.” And he didn’t even roll his eyes at me. Love, I tell you.