While I was putting stuff in the trunk of John’s car on Sunday, we noticed that the springs on the trunk lid seem to be wearing out. We noticed this because it came down and hit me on the head.
... My head is still sore. For a while I couldn’t bend down to pick things up off the floor because all the blood would rush into the bruise and then it REALLY hurt.
The night before last, a cat or something came up to the bedroom window of the new place, causing our own cats to freak out. John got several impressive-looking gashes on the inside of his arm when Sekhmet ran over him.
Repairs to the transmission of my Mazda 626 = $2495.00
Amount of time I have been able to spend fixing my PC = 0 hrs, 0 mins.
John and Ted waltzed into a tuxedo place yesterday and arranged the rentals for the wedding. The salesperson utterly failed to look snobbish and irritated about the fact that they were not doing this 5 months ahead of time. John and Ted failed to spend the GNP of certain smaller countries renting everything they needed. They failed to be required to visit four other shops to get everything they needed. They failed to require alterations.
They didn’t even have to buy shoes, for chrissake. I mean, I expect my wedding stuff to cost half the price of a rebuilt Mazda 626 transmission since I’m the bride, but even as a bridesmaid you can count on far more hassle than the men had. And you don’t rent, you spend 3 times the cost of a tux rental and buy buy buy. Sometimes the bride picks bridesmaid’s dresses that are designed to make herself look all the better in contrast, and the bridesmaids go out and burn them later. Sometimes she picks nice enough dresses and the salesperson points out to everyone that these dresses are nice enough to be worn again in the future as ordinary dresses. But alas, this is a lie, because nice or not they will always look like bridesmaid’s dresses.
I guess women are supposed to like shopping so much that everything is for sale, and everything is in a different shop. More shopping that way! ...But I don’t. And on one hand I have this fear of the whole wedding thing going by so fast that I miss it altogether, but on the other I’ll be so relieved to be done with the Wedding Industry until I’m someone else’s bridesmaid.