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I bought new pants.

Posted on November 07, 2009 in I hate people, I like making lists, pets, work | 2 Comments

This week went by much faster than last week. The easiest way for me to get it all down is in list form. Sorry for my lazy-ass posting.

Thursday: I sat down in the living room and designed three pumpkins. Eddie had searched for some tiny pumpkins, but wasn’t able to find any. He came home with a trio of those weird white “ghost pumpkins”. I promptly declared that they would be carved into Día de los Muertos “sugar skulls” and sat down with a Sharpy to draw out their designs. And then I watched Vampire Diaries.

Friday: I was very, very grateful to wake up and realize that it was Friday, because the rest of the week had been bloody awful. I carved 2 pumpkins on my living room floor, which I don’t recommend doing if you have nice carpet and own an animal who is determined to get underneath whatever you have on the floor to protect the aforementioned carpet. Now, I’ll admit that I don’t have nice carpet, but when if you’re wielding a battery-operated power saw device, the last thing you need to be worried about is whether or not your ferret is being squashed under a 10lb gourd or if she’s managed to slip inside the giant-sized plastic trash bag you’ve spread out to protect your nice carpet. I managed to carve two of the pumpkins that night, which left me with 6 more to do on Saturday, with the hope that I could get them all done before it got too dark to set them up outside.

Saturday: The plan for Saturday was that we were going to go out and get me some new pants. I hadn’t bought any new pants in easily a year, and not only were the ones that I had wearing thin in the chub-rub areas from when I was heavier, but they didn’t fit anymore. To be honest, they probably didn’t fit very well in the first place, as I’m one of those girls who prefers pants to be tighter rather than looser, so it’s debatable that they were a proper fit when I bought them. Either way, they were too big NOW, and I was constantly pulling them up. A few weeks ago it started to pour outside as soon as I got to the doors to leave work, and I had to hold them up as I was running across the parking lot. And so Saturday I ended up with 3 new pairs of jeans, 2 sizes smaller than the ones that were getting thrown out, which means that I’ve probably lost 3 sizes since I started running.

After shopping, we had liverwurst and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Don’t hate. It’s delicious. Then we spread another trash bag on the floor and proceeded to disembowel 6 pumpkins in record time. Pickle stuck her entire head into one pumpkin as I was opening it up, surrounding her upper body in pumpkin guts and getting herself damp and sticky. A few hours later, we had 5 orange pumpkins and 3 white ones all carved and set up outside, lit from inside with a 100-bulb string of orange lights. We didn’t have nearly as many kids at the door as we’ve had in the past, which left us with a shit-ton of candy that I’m trying very, very hard to ignore.

Sunday: I allowed myself to be dragged to the Raynham Flea Market for the last time this year. I didn’t see anything that I absolutely had to have, and we went out for Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet for lunch. It was pretty tasty. From there, we headed to East Providence, to Rumford Pets so that my mother could get the water tested in her TANK OF DEATH. Since that takes a little while to do, Eddie wrangled a puppy out of the puppy room, and he and Mom sat in the little playpen and played with a wall-eyed little shih-tzu. After a little while they gave him back, then got confirmation that the fish tank is still TANK OF DEATH.

Monday: I got a random text message from my mother saying, “I’m going to get the puppy after work.” Thus began Eddie’s passive-aggressive silent treatment of Mom during dinner, because every time he’d mention getting a kitten or a dog she’d say no more animals. I’ve wanted another ferret for some time now, and Eddie’s been wanting a dog, so we’re compromising and looking for a kitten. We also begin tossing out potential names for the as of then unnamed puppy, but Mom won’t let us call him Wall-I or Flounderpuppy.

Tuesday-Friday: The stupidity of some of the people that come into my store is damned near palpable sometimes. It’s as though you can feel it in the air, it wafts through the store ahead of them as a warning of what we’re going to deal with shortly. Such as…. the guy who came up to us yesterday and asked, completely serious, “Can you tell me where the medicine is?” It was all we could do not to slap him and scream “YOU’RE IN A PHARMACY. THERE IS MEDICINE EVERYWHERE.” We also had the woman who told me that I looked intelligent, and that I must be smart because I worked in the pharmacy, and maybe I could tell her how to do “hanging cliff footnotes” on the reference page of her term paper. And let’s not forget the heart-stopping moment when our district manager came in and got to see my hair for the first time since I dyed it. It no longer can be considered any shade of red, it’s magenta and bordering on fuchsia. The DM took one look at me (cue heart stopping in my chest) and, rather than telling me to go store-use a box of black dye, asks “Crystal, where’s your name tag?”

Today? Today we’re going to some local animal shelters to try to find a kitten. We’ve emailed a few people on Craigslist about them, but either they’ve flaked out or we’ve changed our minds on getting them. We’re looking to get one while it’s really young, so that it can be brought up knowing that Pickle isn’t food. Wish us luck on the kitten hunt!

Tags: craigslist, hair dye, halloween, jack-o-lanterns, kitten, pumpkins, puppy, shopping, stupidity, sugar skulls, weight loss

2 Responses to “I bought new pants.”

1. Kirsten says:

   11/7/2009 at 12:18 pm

   I love your pumpkins! (thinks that sound dirty, but really aren’t)

   And please promise to post LOTS if kitten photos once you have your feline furbaby. I can’t get enough kitten pictures in my day.

   Congrats on the smaller pants…wow, that is awesome. I seem to be going the other direction. Damn DH and his insistence that we make apple crisp…9×13 pan was gone in less than 48 hours. *blush*

   Reply
   • Crystal says:

     11/8/2009 at 11:37 am

     But it’s APPLE! Apples are good for you!

     Reply

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