I got woken up this morning at 7:45 by a call from my mom. The boiler had run out of oil, and shut off, and she needed someone to be at the house by 10 to meet with the guy who was supposed to turn it back on. Apparently it takes a special guy to do this, separate from the guy who fills the boiler. That seems sort of inefficient to me, but whatever.
I had parked last night on the busier street a block from my street, in the hopes that it meant I wouldn't get stuck. It didn't. Got stuck anyway. Luckily it's been warm enough for the last two weeks that it only took me about half an hour to use the shovel to break through the ice and shovel it away. Whoever uses that spot next owes me.
Unlike Comcast, the local company's guys showed up right after I called them to say I was here. At this point, the house was about 50. Maybe. The thermostat had bottomed out. Long story short, it took him five hours to do all the stuff he needed to do, while I sat on the couch under a blanket, trying not to shiver to death. And a bunch of pieces need to be replaced.
On a related note, I've decided I'm moving to the south of France.
Today is also my sister's birthday, so I told her I'd pick her up from Circuit City, where she was stranded while waiting for an automatic starter to be installed in her boyfriend's truck. We had lunch, and I also drove her around to various shopping places because, well, I rock.
I bought Lies and the Lying Liars that Tell Them for a dollar at the Dollar Tree. Also a grilled cheese size frying pan. For a dollar!
Toys R'Us, where I used to work during the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college, looks completely different than I remember. The video game section is twice as big, which is to be expected, and there are way less board games and puzzles. Because it's not fun if it doesn't beep.
And the store is split into genders. I am not effing kidding. The "boys" section has action figures and race cars and tools and the "girls" section has dolls, Barbies, and "just like home" kits that learn them how toget barefoot and pregnant clean like their mommies. No, really. There was a Mr. Clean kitchen cleaning set and a Dust Buster Jr. and, I don't know, maybe boys should learn how to do household chores too, and a girl might fight it handy to be able to use a hammer one day.
What the hell is going on?
When did we go backwards to 1955?
I had parked last night on the busier street a block from my street, in the hopes that it meant I wouldn't get stuck. It didn't. Got stuck anyway. Luckily it's been warm enough for the last two weeks that it only took me about half an hour to use the shovel to break through the ice and shovel it away. Whoever uses that spot next owes me.
Unlike Comcast, the local company's guys showed up right after I called them to say I was here. At this point, the house was about 50. Maybe. The thermostat had bottomed out. Long story short, it took him five hours to do all the stuff he needed to do, while I sat on the couch under a blanket, trying not to shiver to death. And a bunch of pieces need to be replaced.
On a related note, I've decided I'm moving to the south of France.
Today is also my sister's birthday, so I told her I'd pick her up from Circuit City, where she was stranded while waiting for an automatic starter to be installed in her boyfriend's truck. We had lunch, and I also drove her around to various shopping places because, well, I rock.
I bought Lies and the Lying Liars that Tell Them for a dollar at the Dollar Tree. Also a grilled cheese size frying pan. For a dollar!
Toys R'Us, where I used to work during the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college, looks completely different than I remember. The video game section is twice as big, which is to be expected, and there are way less board games and puzzles. Because it's not fun if it doesn't beep.
And the store is split into genders. I am not effing kidding. The "boys" section has action figures and race cars and tools and the "girls" section has dolls, Barbies, and "just like home" kits that learn them how to
What the hell is going on?
When did we go backwards to 1955?
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