Thursday, February 19, 2009


Write this down because it’s earth-shattering: I went in a Michael’s and I purchased nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Bupkus. Goose egg. And, I’m going to a nine-hour crop on Saturday.

I know. I probably should take my temperature.

The mother got some cute decorations for St. Patrick’s Day though. Watch for those.
I’ve been trying to get the mother to get herself a new mattress. She won’t hear of it. So last night I did the next best thing. I bought her a new mattress topper.

She has one on her bed now but it’s past worn out. Clearly, she had forgotten how expensive that one had been because she began to balk something fierce in the check-out last night. But I didn’t budge. I’m buying it, so don’t worry about it, I said. It was a little expensive, but I was able to take advantage of a 15 percent discount that was only good yesterday, on top of the sale price. Here’s my senior citizen, I told the clerk, pointing to the mother. (Saved over $30 extra, thanks to that.)

It’s one of those memory foam deals and the little sample they had out seemed quite comfy. I’ll let you know how it works out.
It’s bitterly cold with snow flurries this morning. I don’t know what the temperature is, nor do I want to. I do know that the wind is gusting up to 30 mph so that is a large part of why it’s so miserable. It’s not supposed to warm up again until Sunday. Sigh.
I “evicted” Ozzie last night. From the moment I got in bed last night, he was restless. I kindly asked the mother to deal with him and she did. Didn’t matter though. Toby was in full-throttle yowling mode and he wouldn’t shut up. So, I didn’t get a lot of sleep.

At about 4:15, I yelled at him to shut up. Remarkably, he did. Five seconds later, my door opened and I heard the unmistakable clatter of claws on wood. “Here is your dog.”

Gee. Thanks.


Mama Martha said...

The Mr & I have a memory foam mattress and we love it! It's really great support for your back. I'm sure the mother will love the topper but she'll still think you spent too much!

Mojo said...

Sounds a little like my life... but the Tonka Unit doesn't yowl. He's actually quite well mannered at night. Usually during the day too.

And to answer your question (if that's what it was) yes, I have sons. Twenty-six and twenty-one and hopefully well adjusted enough that they'll never find themselves on either end of the DV equation.

Laura said...

I didn't know it was humany possible to leave a craft store without buying something. I've yet been able to accomplish that feat. You should be proud!

NV said...

MM -- I hope so. That's encouraging. Thanks!

Mojo -- Hi and welcome! No, it was more of a hope than a question. Thanks for making hope a reality. :-)

Laura -- I know! And especially with an all-day event coming up. I didn't know I had such restraint!

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