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09.1.03 - the fruits of labor |
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now that's what i call orange
this morning i got up and fell in love with the orange wall.
i had been a bit worried up until that point. but after a few days to let it sink in,
i realized it was a lot of fun. unfortunately the window sills still needed to be touched up.
so i did that and then we finally re-hung the blinds. hanging blinds is a funny thing.
you hang them so that no one can look into your house (we all know it's more for privacy than for shade)
but during the process of hanging blinds you end up standing in the window for the whole
neighborhood to see. at first i wasn't going to let it bother me, but then i realized the one window
looks directly into the noisy neighbor's window and the last thing i need is for him
to see me in my pressed up against the window in my pajamas and hair-wrap.
after all, that's why i have blinds.
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hello juju |
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dear catastrophe waitress
i was originally going to wait until the album came out, or at least until i could get a
"legal" copy from work, but i couldn't wait any more. i had to hear the new belle & sebastian.
so randall found a copy of it because he is that fantastic. then we sat around the house cleaning up
the mess we had made. i'm not sure, but i think i'm destined to be a mess.
i'd like to think i have the potential to be a neat freak, but really i think i'm just a walking mess.
later in the afternoon we called juju and told her to come over. i had new music to share.
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 bao vs. randall |
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i'm supposed to pay
after juju left randall decided to put his new bike together. they offered free
assembly, but we decided it would be easier to put a box into the car, so we
got it unassembled. then he went for a bike ride while i mowed the lawn. he's pretty
allergic to grass, so we got him a mask to wear while mowing the lawn, but my
lawn mower is an old hand-me-down, so it spits grass up instead of sideways into the bag.
this is how i've become the lawn mower of the house.
later, my dad and bao came over to help me hang some shelves. afterwards
we headed to applebees for bbq riblets. i was going to pay since they came to help, but
my dad wouldn't let me. so really, who was i to argue?
sidenote: when we got back to my house my dad realized he left his hat behind,
i told them to go pick it up on their back to their house, but i'm not sure if they ever did.
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read yesterday's menu
--- read tomorrow's menu
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