- Kacie and I found a "new" clothing store called Avenue in South Town Plaza. They carry big girl sizes and that makes me happy. They sell jeans for cheaper than Lane Bryant. They sell Jessica Simpson jeans for $60! Compared to the designer jeans at Lane Bryant for double that amount. They sell shoes! In my size! They even go up to size 30/32! Thankfully I'm not that size but it's nice to have options. That store made me happy for like three days straight. I think I told everyone and now I'm telling you.
- I went to the dollar theatre the other day with Kacie to see Wedding Crashers. It was good. It was funny. We sat in the back row...near the garbage cans. It was even funnier when an old man got up and went to these garbage cans and proceeded to PEE in the garbage can while still turned to watch the movie screen. Something is seriously wrong with me 'cause I just laughed my ass off at it while Kacie was shaking from being scared. It was hysterical. I don't really know why. Maybe it was because it was an old man and he probably had dementia. Don't know. I do know that if it had been teenagers I wouldn't have laughed. I probably would have been pissed off and went and told an employee. But I didn't and I still think it funny.
- My brother moved down the street from me about 2 weeks ago. I think it's awesome because now I can walk to his house. I can save gas. He can save gas. It's way more easier to bug him now. Especially if I need a ride some where if my car breaks down. He's only a minute away from me. Cool.
- Until mid-December I am working in DDR which is just another term for getting rid of all the damages that people return. I am having to wake up at 5am. I get home by 1:30pm though. That makes me happy. What doesn't make me happy is having to go to bed by9pm and missing all of my 4 shows that I watch a week. But dear god, it is so much nicer than having to deal with trials and assholes.
- The gas station opened up this week. That makes me happy. Especially since gas is 5 cents cheaper than Delta Sonic. That really makes me happy.
- Jim and I are getting along great. I don't understand it and I don't know what's different but I'm loving every minute of it. Hopefully this bliss will last for a looooong time.
- For the past month we have had (hopefully only) a mouse in the house. We found the hole where it came in and tried putting down mouse traps with peanut butter on them. The first Abby set off the very next morning trying to get the peanut butter. She proceeded to send crashing a whole tower of cd's. And then about 5 days later, I noticed that the peanut butter on the other one was missing. It's behind a book case so the dog couldn't have gotten it but there was still no dead mouse. The damn thing is way smarter than Jim. So we decided to get glue traps. That didn't work. We found mouse prints in the glue but no mouse. All hope was gone. I was getting ready to settle in for a nice long winter with Mickey but dum da da dum! Abby to the rescue! I'm on the phone with my dad about 3 days ago (hey, the same night the guy pee'd in the garbage, cool) and I hear the dog hitting something with her paw. I turn around and she's playing with something on the floor near the couch. So I get up and low and behold, there's the mouse. Laying there. Dead. Hooray! Abby killed the mouse. I got back on the phone with my dad and start giving my doggie kisses and everything is great. I get off the phone with my dad and walk over to the mouse trying to figure out if I want to leave the carcass for Jim or if I want to be bold enough to pick it up and through it out when the damn thing TWITCHED. Of course, I jumped back and was amazed as this damn mouse decided to stop playing dead and decide to roll on its back towards the kitchen. The dog damaged it enough that it couldn't walk so it just rolled around like a gimp. It was kinda funny but then I got worried that it was going to get to its hole so I grabbed the broom and rolled it's mousey ass out in to the backyard. And left its rodent ass out there where it finally died and Jim was able to dispose of it. Now just so you know, that mouse died from hypothermia. My dog is not a murderer. (It was really cold that day. But there was a mouse in my house and I do not live with Dr. Seuss. Does any of this make any sense 'cause I feel like I'm babbling because it's way past my bedtime. Dear god, I need sleep. But let's continue shall we?)
Later.
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