Today was an excersize in making sure I got my to do list taken care of. I didn't want to get out of bed for one sec this morning but knew that I had obligations.

The first thing I did was get the boxes out to the car full of magical treasures for V and M. Took Herschel for a walk and wouldn't you know? It started to rain, honestly I couldn't have cared less that I didn't have an umbrella or that we were not exactly just really close to the house. It was really very nice.

Got in the car and went to the little post office that is closest to my house, and it was closed. I thought for sure when I was there on "tax day" I saw a sign that had Saturday hours. I was wrong. I walked back to the car, put the boxes in and went and kicked the stupid newspaper box over that tipped over that day and dented my car. The insurance company said that it was sturdy and acts of "g-d" (the wind that day) are not coverable on their coverage. I was really mad at them and wouldn't you know... that damned box tipped right over. Secured to the sidewalk my ass. I will call them and leave a message telling them they have to secure it which they said that they would do. I was soooo tempted to stuff it in the back of my car, but being it was raining, that thing was totally wet and gross and illegal to steal, I didn't. But I wanted to. Dumb box.

Went to the next closest post office. The guy in line in front of me was really funny. HEEEYOUGE black guy. With this very genteele British accent. He apologized for not holding the door for me when I came in. I think I said something really dumbass like "its ok, just keep talking" or some non-sence like that because immediately I realized... oh... I have absolutely NO filter. Ooops. Get up to the window and the postal guy is crabby. Turned his frown upside down and he told me a funny postal story while I bought postage, insurance and delivery confirmation. It was a nice little exchange. I would share the story, but really its pretty funny and don't want to get him in trouble should anyone from the venerable usps stop by.

Went and got my hair cut. Saw an old family friend that didn't know about my grandmother dying, so that brought up a whole mess of emotions because Thursday night all I wanted to do was call my Grandmas and talk to them. I wanted to hear them. It sucked. My hairdresser asked me if she should blow dry my hair, honey? its raining hard out there... wasted energy but thanks (and besides she never blows out my hair it dries pretty quickly and hardly worth the bother).

Went over to Sprint to look at new cell phones. The guy in the store was the most ginourmous asshole to me. Insisted that I would have to sign a new contract to get any kind of discount on a new phone and would have to pay an additional activation fee. Then got mad when I said that seemed a little unreasonable. I went and looked at the phones and he got a personal call on his. The jerk stood there, took the call, and said "listen man, I am super busy, I need to deal with this.... woman.... if you come by you better do it in the next 20 minutes". Ok, I am all for taking a call, not a problem. But I would have bought a phone today, I would have upgraded my service even for internet (which I wouldn't really ever use probably) but wow... being called a woman, and disrespectfully as well? Kiss my ass Opie. I asked him to tell me what the rebate was on a phone I would have bought... "ma'am you can go to "sprint rebates dot com" (did you even know that there was a website for that? I sure didn't but apparantly am a flippin idiot for not) and find out there." Whoa... really? This is how this is going to go... fine "LISTEN, I am right here in the store, right now, ready to buy, I don't need to be denegrated to go to some web site and check out something that you should be ready able and oh I don't know, willing to tell me about? Sorry you are busy but you just lost the sale today... and you work on commission right? Oh I know you do... " . ta.

And I walked right out. I didn't need a filter. I don't need no stinkin' filter. I was so annoyed with that chap, I seriously wanted to walk back in there, talk to the store manager and then I realized, the poor guy probably was busy, I mean he was getting personal calls, needed to take them, and there I was trying to keep his numbers up buying a $600 phone with a $300 rebate...and wow am I out of line for wanting to know it was an instant rebate or I would have to wait for it to never actually come in the mail, like the last time. So out of line for me, best to not go back into the store and make even more of a specticle considering he was so busy with the oh ... no other customers there. Whatever. I will get the exact same phone another way, at another store or through my Dad's rep or whatever. I bet Amazon isn't too busy to take my credit card number.


Cleaned a little today in the afternoon. My kitchen is pretty much devoid of chazeray and looks presentable. Next is the living room, then the closets in the bathroom and laundry area... and then... the mother load... the closet. I want to pretty much get down to the basics and have clean and open surfaces. Its my summer goal.