sunday

ahh...i love sundays. the very word "sun...day"...a day to sit in the sun. enjoy the sun. walk in the sun. soooo very calming. its just a cool day.

friday i went out and ended up getting home at 530am on saturday morning. it was fun though. i went to this goth club i used to frequent when i was a youngster. omg-- it was like time stood still. same dark walls. same techno music. same goth kids jumping around and stomping on the dance floor. its definitely a club i could go to once every 3 months to have some fun at. any more than that? nah. im too old.

saturday was a 'work day' for me. i got some new stuff together and worked some old stuff. so...that leaves sunday.

today is my day to take doggie for a walk. get a good lunch. watch a movie (if i have the attention span AND dont find something else more important to do). get some fat-free frozen custard for dessert. mmmm....

that is all.

slipcovers...and other disasters

i am slipcover challenged. honestly. i cant put on a slipcover to save my life. no-- im not talking about the big ones you just drape over a couch. i mean the fitted ones that you can take off for easy cleaning. i desperately spot-treat until i cant push it any further. i buy new stain-lifters and try and try and desperately try. sooner or later, the time comes when i have to remove the slipcover and throw it in the wash. when i do...i get a good nights rest. i have a nice drink before tackling it. and this is my saturday:

i woke up early and took the slipcover of hell off. threw it in the wash. then. i ventured off to switch out the rental car i have had for the past week. i made breakfast. i made calls. i cleaned. i broke my vacuum cleaner. i fixed my vacuum cleaner. threw the slipcover into the dryer. i took the dog out. i had a long lunch. had a drink. "here we go" i thought as i went to my dryer. i pulled out what seemed like a mile of black "stain resistant" (yeah ok) cloth, sewed into edward-scissorhands like pieces. i laid it out on the floor and was determined to get it on the couch. ok. yeah. so i turned it around the other way. and again. hmmm. ok. so maybe if i throw it on the couch it will make more sense. so i did. nothing.

here's the deal with me. i can work an excel spreadsheet like there's no tomorrow. i can write a 30-page research paper practically in my sleep. i can come up with innovative ideas to no end. but slipcovers? we just dont see eye to eye.

my friend is on her way over now to put it on for me. im having another drink.