Yesterday, I had promised the woman my mom works with, the one who we call Boobie because she had breast reductions surgery, that I would go to her house with my newly tweaked sewing machine and sew her curtains. Realizing I had no thread in the color of her curtains, yet had a coupon for the craft store, my day turned into a whirlwind of "I may as well just do this while I'm here."
I had my alarm set, but was instead awoken when I heard the sound of voices in the dining room. I knew we weren't expecting anyone, so I listened in carefully before making the decision as to if I should exit my room or not. It took me about two seconds to realize one of the voices in the dining room was from The Mormon Lady. Let me tell you a bit about her.
The Mormon Lady is the nicest lady in the entire world, she really is. She comes to our house every couple of months with her little booklets to preach the word of God per Mormonism. She stays and tells us all about her life, and it's sometimes an hour until you get rid of her. Did I mention we're not Mormon?
We have nothing against Mormons, but we've made it very clear to her that we're not them, yet she still keeps coming, taking up our chair and talking our ear off. As horrible as this is, we try to avoid her if we see her coming, but my mom didn't get out from in front of the window in time yesterday. I wasn't about to go out there, and apparently, as I learned later, she brought a friend with her this time. It took about ten minutes for Greta to come back and cry at my door. She also wanted to hide from The Mormon Lady. I let her in my room and we cuddled on my bed and pretended like we weren't awake until she left.
Horrible, maybe, but seriously, we are not Mormon. We have no interest in changing our religion. She knows this, yet she comes and stays forever. Boobie suggested we tell her we changed our religion to Jewish and hang The Star of David on our door. Her parents, having the same plight when Boobie was a child, eventually did this, and the Mormons stopped showing up at their door suddenly. Hmm.
After that, I got up, got ready and left the house. The plan was to go to PetSmart to pick up cat food, dog food, litter and some treats during their huge sale, go to Wal-Mart to stock up on a few things I had coupons for, and then go to the craft store for thread and tailor's chalk, before heading to Boobie's to sew her curtains. This should have all taken about an hour, an hour and a half, at the very most, total, except I forgot to factor in two things; everyone and their brother, sister, and third cousin twice removed and once jailed were out, and there was a really cute puppy up for adoption at the pet store.
I went to the pet store first, grabbing a buggy and going to the dog food. The place was busy, and it did not help that it was a surprise dog adoption day and they had set the animals up in front of the dog and cat food, making it really difficult to get to. I was fine after I ran at least thirty people over and no animals to get to the dog food. I even held it together while I had to walk the whole way around the store to get to the cat food that was only twenty feet away from the dog food, because I couldn't get through. (Did I ever mention that I hate when people do stupid things like put animals in front of the products they're selling? I love animals, I do, but I also love to feed my own.) When I reached the cat food, however, I lost it. Right next to the bag of cat food I wanted was this.
It's obvious that this dog was one of the cutest doggies in the entire world, which isn't what set me off into a mild crying fit in the middle of PetSmart. It was the fact that we once had an amazing little puppy named Rodeo, who, due to health problems that couldn't be fixed, passed while he was still young. This is him.
That darn cute little puppy in PetSmart just reminded me so much of him. Then I made the mistake and went and petted her, and she had the same demeanor as Rodeo, which really helped my trying not to cry in the middle of the store. Not thinking clearly, I made the mistake of telling my mom about the cutest little puppy that reminded me of Rodeo and made me cry. The next thing I knew I was launched into an hour of my mom mentioning considering adopting the puppy, asking the lady at the shelter a billion questions, and ultimately deciding that if no one adopted the puppy, we might go to the shelter and get her.I love puppies, I do. All of them. They're all adorable little angels. I would love to bring the puppy home and hug her and love the living crap out of her. But although we have one dog who would really love a friend to play with since the girls teamed up against him, we have three dogs. We don't need another dog. But the puppy is so darn cute. So darn cute. Kill me now.
By the time I got out of PetSmart, I had spent as long there as I had planned on spending in all three stores. I skipped Wal-Mart, but still had to go to the craft store to get thread and tailor's chalk. Apparently every other creature in the world with opposable thumbs decided the same thing. I waited longer in line to buy those two under-five-dollar items than it took me to drive from the store to Boobie's house. That is never right, no matter how you look at it.
When I got to Boobies's, she assumed I had gotten lost or sick on my adventure there, as, due to the debauchery of cute at PetSmart, I was running later than I told her I would be. Not that much, but enough to worry her. When I got there and decided to start on the curtains, she told me she needed to run to the local herb store and wanted to know if I wanted to go. Being as I needed things, I shirked my duties go with her. As my mom said upon me telling her what was going on and asking her if she needed anything, "I see how this sewing thing is going to go."
That was about the extent of it, too. Between the pit stop, having material that was difficult to work with, and having the machine run like a whole different machine, therefore having to adjust it six ways from Sunday, it took me over five hours to cut two curtains in half and hem the bottoms. Sadly, this is not an exaggeration.
However, Boobie is a hoot and a half. We talked about the Kardashians, how awesome it was that Justin Bieber bit it on CSI, and made obscure comments about the original version of the movie True Grit that was playing on the television around us. Playing with her two little pekingese dogs was certainly not a downside either. The one even escorted me to the bathroom, waited for me, and then would go down two steps, wait for me to catch up, and go down two more until we reached the bottom of the steps. I almost put him in my pocket and brought him home, although I don't agree with stealing, and we've been over this already, we have enough dogs. And cute ones, at that. That dog though; total gentlemen. There are no men as polite as him, I am convinced.
In other real estate news, my mom was on the real estate multi-list site and came across a house that had the feature of 1 gamer. Yep, 1 gamer. We have no idea what that is, but we're left to assume that the owner is leaving their son behind, along with this xbox that he refuses to depart from. They gave him the ultimatum of it being them or the xbox or they were giving him away and they took it too far. More power to them.
I'd also like to share a cute little song with you all today. If you don't like cute or country, do not click on this link. You have been warned.
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