Jul. 4th, 2006

swingchickie: (red hot)
went out for drinks tonight with [livejournal.com profile] jeremym and [livejournal.com profile] boutell... cruised home with the top down on the car, the cool summer wind in my hair, and basement jaxx blasting on the stereo... and stopped at the supermarket to buy canned pumpkin for my constipated cat.

that's right, boys. catch me if you can.
swingchickie: (house)
if i've got a ghost, it had better be a cute boy one... 'cause i don't want anyone looking at me while i sleep unless it's a hot guy.

yes, the smoke alarm made the creepy hiss noise for the 3rd night in a row. started at 3am this time. i turned on the air conditioner to drown out the sound, which helped for a while... then i swear it got louder, because i started to be able to hear it clearly after a few minutes (it literally woke me up over the sound of the AC). and once again, in the daytime, no chirping or hissy noises of any kind. i'm changing the batteries in both smoke detectors today... if that doesn't do it, i'm going to prepare myself to get sucked into the TV one of these days.

in happier house news... i met one of my neighbors yesterday. ginny lives across the street and seems like a sweet lady. also, dad and i built my grill all by ourselves, and we're going to try it out today (whee!)... he got me all of the extras for it too, including a tarp to put over it and a fire extinguisher (this is *me* who will be using it, after all).

happiest news of all: i'm going to go outside now and have coffee and read the paper on my deck. MY deck!!! yay!!! if only i had my patio firniture, it didn't come sunday (which is a story for another day).

happy 4th everyone!
swingchickie: (dance shoe)
just came back from wal-mart... i had to run there for a hose, so i could try to clean off the 2 months of fallen leaves and dirt that are piled up on my deck. i couldn't seem to find the spray nozzle attachments, so i asked the lawn & garden employee, who showed me where they were. as i settled in to figure out which kind i wanted, he said, "can i tell you something?" "sure..." i replied. then he laid it on me: "you have really pretty feet."

i looked down at my feet in sandals... the feet that have been trudging through dirt all morning... with a right big toe that has a big gash in it and half a toenail, from when i stubbed it during the move... and silently shuddered.

bleh.

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