Apartment news and Murphy's Law.
The place will be painted Monday and carpeted Tuesday. This means the works if getting done two days too late for me to bring a bunch of stuff back from Portland this weekend.
An odd mix of "Woo Hoo!" and "D'oh!"
Up late two nights in a row, and I have to drive to Portland tonight. I think I might flake, get a good night of sleep tonight, and then head down first thing in the morning.
The joke du jour:
A man and his wife are dining at a table in a plush restaurant, and the husband keeps staring at a drunken lady swigging her gin as she sits alone at a nearby table.
The wife asks, "Do you know her?"
"Yes," sighs the husband. "She's my ex-wife.She took to drinking right after we divorced seven years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since."
"My goodness!" says the wife. "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"
Late notice, I know, but... If anyone is available Sunday afternoon to help me move a couple things up to my apartment, I'd greatly apreaciate a hand. I'm looking to bring a love seat (uber heavy, as I remember), and a TV stand on a swivel base. It's not heavy, just awkward to carry.
Any volunteers? :-D