I wanted to get away from my newest Xbox addiction, The Prince of Persia, so I went out for some shopping yesterday. I did end up going to the jeans store because my jeans broke again. I was just going to buy a new pair. As I was checking out, I told the guy my problem. He said I could bring the jeans back in and they’d do a swap. I was wearing them, so I was too embarrassed to do it then. But I now have a reciept for the new jeans and will be able to return the old jeans for a refund. 
I also went to Restoration Hardware. (I will give Lauren a moment to recover from her fit of envy)… I went to look at cabinet hardware. And I found it! I really wanted to get “half moon” or “cup” handles for the drawers. They had a bunch to choose from. They also had matching knobs for the wall cabinets. It was just a matter of settling on a finish. I got a bronzy looking color. I wanted something that would blend with the wood and not stand out too much. It also looks nicely antique-y. Very good for my traditional-ish kitchen. PLUS, they were 30% off! The only problem was that they were out of stock. So I have to wait two more weeks for my handles to come.
I got the second cup pull from the bottom for the base cabinets, and the smaller knob for my wall cabinets.
I don’t get new jeans very often, so I was excited when I recently got new jeans. But the first time I wore them, they broke. The rivet that holds the jeans shut broke apart. And it wasn’t because the jeans were too small. They are actually quite loose. I think it was a defective rivet. I was going to take them back, but I couldn’t find the reciept. I even dug through the trash. I don’t know where it went. It made me mad because once you know clothes fit, why keep a reciept?
So I decided to try and fix the rivet. It looked like I could maybe smash it back together with a pliers. But maybe it was too bent up to click back together. I had the perfect solution for this problem: Liquid Nails. I still had some left from working on the kitchen. I put a little on both sides of the rivet and squeezed it together. The result is a little messy looking, but I don’t want my pants popping open in public again.
I am continuing to be mugged at school. This is officially becoming an Investigation. I’m up to mug #14. The muggers identify each mug with a number. Yes, I am suspecting that this is more than one person. Some of my mugs are highly specialized. For instance there is a mug from the senior class of BLS from 1998, there is a Baltimore County Public Schools mug, and there is a mug from last year’s prom. Those can’t all have come from the same person.
The mugs have shown up in my mailbox and in my classroom. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern as to when the mugs are left, where they are left, or how they are packaged. More evidence in support of my “grassy knoll” theory. There must be more than one mugger!
I got the last of my required paperwork for taxes yesterday. I collect the papers all in one place as they come in and then I can do taxes. I always dread doing taxes because I always owe. I haven’t kept up with my quarterly payments, so I’ll owe a big chunk again. I always say that if everybody had to do taxes the way I do (take out your own money and send it in quarterly), people would vote a LOT differently when it came to taxes. Stupid government taking all my money…
This is the area inside my front door. It’s supposed to be the bills area, but it has become the “hold everything” area. At the top of the pile behind all the pens in a jar are the envelopes containing important tax information. You can tell because it says so in red ink.
When I opened my most recent jug of milk, it was already sour. It seemed a little unreasonable, since the date on the label was January 22 and it’s well before that. I tried drinking it anyway because without milk, I cannot survive. It was bad. It helped if it was mixed with Carnation Instant Breakfast, which I love. But in the end, I had to pour it down the drain.
This happened last month, too. I’m puzzled. Is it because I sometimes get milk from 7-Eleven? Do you suppose the grocery store people would mind if I popped the jug open in the store to give it a sniff before buying?
