The only TV we watch these days is on Hulu. And that’s only…two?…shows. Which I think is a record for us, keeping up with two whole shows at a time. (America’s Got Talent and Wilfred for those playing along at home.) For awhile we kept seeing promos for a show called Mifits. Judging by the previews, it just looked very…odd. And British. British television is generally pretty odd, in my experience. Something prompted Bob to watch an episode of the show. It was, unsurprisingly, very odd. But since he picked an episode in the middle of season two, he decided to go back and watch it from the beginning just to figure out what the hell was going on. So we’ve been watching Misfits. It’s a lot better than we expected. It’s bizarre and funny and definitely not for people who have a problem with the f-bomb, or other…off-color language and subject matter. But there are some really effing funny moments. The first season was only six episodes long, and they’re currently four episodes into season two (at least on Hulu, apparently they’re on season three right now in the UK). But a new episode is posted every Monday. We’re caught up and ready for the next episode.
The other night I was sitting up in the middle of the night, as I do, and out of nowhere the F5 key fell off my laptop. When Bob tried to put it back into place the next day, he found that a piece is bent or broken or something and it cannot be put back into place. So I either have to go without an F5 key, or we need to find the part to replace it.
Apparently I’ve been quick-saving too much in Dragon Age. Or refreshing the intarwebz too much.
I started doing laundry on Saturday. I bleached the white load, because I still cannot get the gaddamn kitchen floor clean. WTF did the last people do to this floor? I am really getting sick of having filthy socks just from walking across my kitchen floor. And then the next two loads of laundry I washed after that—I forgot to add soap to the load. So I had to wash them again. I had washed and dried and was putting a third load into the dryer when I realized, hey, I never added soap to the machine with those last two loads.
Because my brain goes dead and I just walk around slamming my hand into doorframes whenever I do laundry.
No.
Really.
Everytime I do laundry, I slam my hand into the closet doorframe carrying a basket through the door. Because the doorframe is less than 2 feet wide and does not fit a laundry basket width-wise. Laundry is dangerous work, kids.
I blame forgetting the soap on the fact that these stackable, front-loading machines have a drawer for putting the soap into instead of just dumping it into the drum while the water fills at the start. If we ever live anywhere else, we are not having front-loading machines that require special soap just to wash effing towels.
Also, I am missing a chunk of skin between two of my fingers. I’m pretty sure this can also be attributed to doing laundry. Because I never make it through laundry time without gashing my hand open somewhere.
At least I haven’t cracked my head on the washing machine this time.
Yet.
I think I need to make Lemon Bars again this week. I still have two lemons in my refrigerator and I don’t want them to go bad. Also, I just got a new citrus juicer and I want to use it.
I also need to figure out something to do with roughly half a pound of baby spinach before it goes bad. I’ve been using it in a lot of stuff just to make sure it gets used.
Maybe I need to make pizza this week.
Or southwest egg rolls.
Or both.
I finally got all our DVDs unpacked. They’ve just been sitting in boxes in the corner of the living room all this time. Part of me didn’t want to unpack them because I figured it would be one more thing to jinx closing. But now that we’ve finally closed and the house is officially ours, there’s not much of an excuse to still have anything sitting in boxes. Other than the fact that we’re both so. very. lazy.
After cleaning a thick layer of drywall dust (DEAR GAWD IT IS EVERYWHERE) off the boxes, I put our two little bookcases into place and filled them up with DVDs. We need to get a better piece of furniture for DVD storage (and video games). The bookcases do not have enough room for everything. But they’ll get the job done until we do find a better replacement.
Since I got that organized, the living room just looks and feels so different than when it was just a couple of boxes in the corner. It feels so much more like home.
Also, I hate that red wall. When we eventually get around to painting, it’s gone.
But for the time being, we have a Red Vs Blue living room.
What is it with red walls anyway? I’m pretty sure almost every house we looked at had at least one red wall. And looking at listings online, everybody has red walls. The other two houses for sale in our development both have red walls. WTF is with the cult of red walls?
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