Well, I can't really say I've been busy packing, because most of that's done. What isn't boxed up and ready is either strewn across the bathroom floor in the form of laundry, or else stacked and stinking in the kitchen sink. Truth be told, I have been avoiding this apartment at all costs this last week. This is no longer my home. It's just a box full of boxes, and one I am anxious to vacate. Greg called yesterday en route to Appleton, where he was planning on perusing the latest and greatest in household appliances, namely, a washer and dryer. Last night, around six, I took Maddie with me to the m-m-mall, where due to construction in our usual (did I say "usual"? 'cause I don't wanna imply that I've actually been there before... *coughcoughApplebee'sWaitressingJobTwoYears*coughcough*...) parking location was fenced off, forcing us to wander through Sears before embarking on to the ecstasy that is The Gap. Before I go on my tirade about how I had to spend FORTY-FOUR DOLLARS on a plain white button-up shirt for work at County Clare, allow me to ponder for a moment the realizations that struck me while wandering through Sears.
1) My parents used to shop here.
2) Those little beds still tempt me to lie on them, right there in the store, even though I know that underneath those fluffy pillows and cloud-like comforters lie hard, perhaps metal, boxes meant only for display.
3) Wow! Appliances! Shiny new ones! My parents used to shop here! And here I am! Salivating over a commercial-size front loading washing machine! And I LIKE it!
It's always interesting to find out how the other side lives. Take last week, for instance. Last week, Greg picked up some closing shifts at work, and because of this, we were thrown into role reversal reality. It's eleven-thirty p.m., I'm done working, he won't be done for another five hours. Hmm.... Might as well sit here and have a few beers until he's done! Just like I've bitched at him for doing in the past! ..... Wow! He's right! This sucks!
I find myself searching for a fast-forward button at this point. Just hit FAST FORWARD, and poof! There we are, a month from now, mostly settled in our new abode, houseshoes and all, Tracey and Jason are a few short blocks away, and I have my cushy new job with the CHAIR! and the LEATHER! and the SPINNING! and all is well in the land.
Let's get this thing ROLLING, already!
I am SO my father's daughter sometimes.
If anyone's looking for me, I'll be working. Responsibly taking care of my responsibilities and wiling away the time trying to forget about the painfully slow ticking away of time in general and doing whatever else seems necessary to get me through these last six days of singleton...ness.
End rant.
Posted by stephanie at December 6, 2005 08:58 AMMmmmm. Front-loading commercial sized washing machines....Droooooool.
It's the simple things in life that make me happy.
Posted by: tracey at December 6, 2005 12:43 PMI am my father's daughter sometimes too. I realized that when I got excited about my uncle's new riding lawnmower/plow. They have a huge lawn, and that just seems like such a great thing to have, when owning a house like that! Hooray for your washer and dryers. I still have to pay for my loads.
Posted by: MappyB at December 7, 2005 11:33 AM