Today is a new week, thank goodness. Last week was... trying.
On Friday, I lost parts of my cell phone down an elevator shaft. Had too much in my hands and my cell phone took a dive to its death.
J & I go for new parts at the local shop. That battery is discontinued. Option 1: Go through a lot of hoopla and nonsensical hassle to get an upgrade, or Option 2: Lose your number but get a new phone & get on a family plan with J to save $. Yays! Curtain 2 please!
My new cellie:
Quick gawking. Get yer own.
P.S. - This is a good thing, losing the old number. I have virtually "disappeared" from many people that I no longer want to talk to including but not limited to ex-boyfriends, ex-girl friends, ex-clients-that-are-more-trouble-than-they're-worth, and old bosses. Yeck.
Sunday J and I decide its time to register. It took us four hours. FOUR. It was fun at first, J pointing that little gun at ice cream scoops, wine glasses and dinnerware, me swatting at J occasionally because he was trigger-happy. Then it became frustrating and tiring. I'm positive I snapped at J at least once and I'm sure he wanted to strangle me for not being able to make any more decisions. I was just like "I don't CARE what you scan babe, I need an IV." We were both tired, dehydrated and hungry. It was great fun but man, the decisions you have to make! And if you know me at all, you know I'm simply terrible at decisions. And not that great at shopping...
Oh, and check it out. That day we're both wearing t-shirts and shorts, kinda bumming to be comfy. J's got this tee on that has the Punisher face/logo on it. We're walking down an aisle and come to a stop to let this woman and her 13ish year old son pass. Right as the kid is passing us, he turns to J, puts his fist up and hisses "PUNNISSHHHERRR!!!" I almost lost it. J just kinda looked stunned. I'm over here giggling behind dinnerware and J's just walking towards me with a bewildered look on his face. I'm waiting to see if he'll wear his shirt again....