Notes from stir crazy
I don't have the pictures uploaded yet so I'll save the Winextravaganza Weekend post for a bit later on. For now I'll just say that it's a good thing it was too cold for Phillip to go do anything requiring money in Boston, because our savings account has now materialized on my kitchen counter in 14% alcohol form. (And also, who goes to Boston and sits around watching MOVIES? Phillip: "We TRIED to see things but it was TOO COLD." Maggie: "WHATEVER." Phillip: "Any time we went out we had to keep ducking into convenience stores to warm up!" Maggie: "WIMP.")
I used my free and husband-less Monday to do four loads of laundry, clean two out of three bathrooms and spend three hours at Ikea. You know how there is a lot of STUFF at Ikea? Not just furniture, but just random Swedish Modern crap? I never get to look at that crap. Ever. When we go to Ikea we have a Mission and that Mission must not be hampered by, say, browsing amongst the three dollar pancake turners or the lampshades or the multitude of nickel plated accessories for your bathroom. We must emerge triumphant with the Billy bookcase in under thirty minutes OR ELSE. So not fun.
But yesterday I went with J, who is a GIRL (and one of the Wine Weekenders) and we spent one of our three hours entirely in the Marketplace, convincing ourselves that we really did need those pitchers/cannisters/cookie sheets/wine glasses. It was marvelous. Except for when Ikea was out of the two things I specifically intended to purchase, so I bought half of one thing and dithered for another hour over the other thing. And when Phillip got home last night he was all, "I see we have some new... things." And I said, "Yes, and you get to install them. Tomorrow."
So yesterday was kind of weird. I never know what to do with myself when I have Free Time. Free Time used to give me anxiety attacks, but now I know better and plan things like three hours at Ikea and getting up at seven to clean the bathroom. Some people would call that crazy, but for me it's keeping the crazy away. You have no idea. Empty time shouldn't be difficult for someone who can sit and watch television from the moment she gets home from work until the minute she falls asleep, but it makes. me. insane. (And there hasn't been anything good on anyway, stupid Olympics.)
I ate chocolate pudding for dinner. I scanned wedding pictures and printed them out and finally put them in that frame I've been saving (and good Lord I have the worst wedding pictures ever). I made a grocery list for the desserts I have to make this weekend (chocolate fudge cake with sour cream anyone?) I arranged my wine bottles in an artistic and aesthetically pleasing manner. I stared at the giant pit they've dug next to my house and the gazillion pieces of pipe in the hole. When it got really late I turned off all the lights, went upstairs and tried to stay awake for the second episode of Firefly. I got to the opening credits and the next thing I knew a strange man was in my bedroom. Ha! He looked like my husband, but he was adorable and sweet and telling me how much he missed me. I think he needs to go away more often.
He also brought me cannoli from Mike's Pastry in Boston. I had one bite and brought the rest (he bought me ONE OF EVERY KIND) to my office and now they are definitely not going to ever fire me. But that's okay, I'm going to quit first. (I think. More later!)
Happy beginning-of-the-short-week everyone! (Unless you are a poor sucker who had to go to work yesterday. In which case: hey! It's not Monday anymore!)
***UPDATED*** Additional reasons to quit my job!
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Posted by: lee | February 21, 2006 at 12:37 PM
also, firefly = <3. i can't believe you haven't even gotten to episode two yet. do i need to come up and regulate?
Posted by: lee | February 21, 2006 at 12:38 PM