It just occurred to me that I did not award the coveted Comment of the Week today, nor did I do so last Saturday because I was out of town. It also occurs to me that I do not know how to spell "occurred," as I just had to try 70 different ways before I got it right, above.
Tomorrow I will go through the last two weeks of comments and award a Comment of the Week. See what you have to look forward to?
As I write this, I really, really wish I didn't have to be listening to God Loves a Terrier being sung. Marvin is watching Best in Show. I guess that is obvious. Well, I guess he could have just been in the next room with the stereo going, jamming out to God Loves a Terrier.
At any rate, I did many things today, and now I am going to force you to hear about them all. Oh, yes, I will. I will force your eyes open with toothpicks like they did in A Clockwork Orange.
First of all, it was Super Flea, which when my boss told me this weekend was Super Flea, I said, "I can go home and see super fleas all day." Nevertheless, I emailed Marvin and told him it was Super Flea, and did he want to go, and he emailed me back and wrote, "We can go home and see super fleas all day."
Really, there is no point in both of us existing. We've just melded into one annoying person.
So, we went to Super Flea, which in case you haven't figured it out, there, Einstein, is a giant flea market, held in the Greensboro Coliseum, although I do not know why I just felt the need to tell you where it was held. My boss warned me that you had to pay to park and that there would be crowds, but I really have to remember she grew up here, so her version of "crowds" and also "pay to park" differs from mine. Four dollars to park does not count as actually paying, really.
And look at those crowds fightin' to get in, above! Wooo! I was claustrophobic with all the folks!
Anyway, there was much to see. Marvin stampeded for the records, because he certainly doesn't already have any of those or anything.
I looked at old jewelry and got annoyed when people pronounced it "jew-el-ry," although I just looked it up on Merriam Webster and it is the preferred pronunciation. IN WHOSE WORLD? I say "jul-ry." Which is the second pronunciation in Merriam Webster.
Anyway. I ended up buying a tablecloth and tried not to look at the horrid KKK memorabilia they had. Marvin bought 9 million records and off we went to Stein Mart. Which if you do not have a Stein Mart, I feel personally sorry for you.
Stein Mart is a lot like TJ Maxx, although I think it is a lot nicer. The only reason I am telling you about Stein Mart is that I tried on a couple dresses and THEY WERE ALL TOO BIG!!
I even asked someone else in the dressing room, in case I was having some sort of body dysmorphic disorder where I was thinking I looked thin when I didn't. But the woman AND her friend were all, "Honey, no! You are swimming in that dress! Look at it gape on the sides!" It was exciting, but I really did like one of the dresses and I couldn't find a size SMALL ENOUGH to fit me.
I LOVE Topamax so bad I could write a sonnet to it but Topamax has made me too stupid to do so.
And speaking of stupid, I had knitting again today, and my knitting instructor tried me on new needles (they are curved now) and a new casting-on technique (for dumb people). Also, I am going back on Wednesday for some one-on-one problem student tutoring. I TOLD him he'd hate me.
Look at what my classmate Cindy did! She FINISHED a hat already!
She did that all by herself! A whole hat! I have knitted one row. I'm a loser, baby. So why don't you purl me.
After class was over, the other June and I got a much-needed drink. Really, I don't know why people try to knit when all they really have to do is just get tanked. Sitting outside in the sun, getting to know someone you have 9,000 things in common with is way relaxinger than fussing with needles and steins or skins or whatever they're called, if you ask me.
The other June. No, really, we have the same name in real life. And she used to live in Southern California. And she proofreads. And she doesn't like Slurpees. The similarities are scary. She probably has a blog she has yet to tell me about. It's probably called Hi, Hi Cake.
So, I am headache tired now, and I have to take my next-door neighbor to an art show tomorrow because I promised, so I must rest up. Am I 110, feeling that I must rest up to attend an art show? It's not a triathlon, for goodness sake.
Oh, but don't go just yet. There was one more thing I wanted to show you. I took this photograph this morning, and you know what I thought?
What I thought was, that's it for pets? That's all we got? Two measly cats and a dog? It doesn't feel like enough pets. I guess I am not used to Ruby being gone yet.