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06.15.2003 - 7:41 p.m.
Sunday
What have I been doing
lately, that I have abandoned my journal so? I wish I had an
exciting excuse, like maybe I won the mega-million lottery and
I've been working up some elaborate web thing where anyone who
stops by this page automatically gets $500 deposited in their
checking account, except what about those google search freaks,
it'd have to check referrals or something; but no, I haven't,
I've just been going out on all these dates with Josh Hartnett.
You know how it is.
JB's parents came up and stayed
with us Thursday and Friday, which was fun. They live in a small
town and are very country mouse when they come see us, constantly
tut-tutting over traffic and exclaiming over grocery store prices
(JB's dad: "Man, that turkey is expensive. Sue, how much
is turkey at home?" JB's mom: "I can get turkey at
Albertson's for $3.99!" JB's dad: "They're taking
you for a ride, son.").
Friday I got my hair cut and
colored, and I'm quite pleased with the results. Vanessa the
Hairdresser spent forever hacking at my head until a somewhat
textured bob emerged, with angling bangs. It requires me to straighten
my hair, but I've been doing that forever, so no big whoop there.
After my haircut, I skipped
across the Uvillage mall to the Body Shop, where I loaded up
on a tub of Body Butter (coconut), Body Scrub (coconut), and
Lip Butter (coconut). I feel like one big smooth creamy pina
colada.
Saturday JB and I went to a
nearby Goodwill, because his parents had gone there and raved
about the place. I had my doubts, but as it turns out a thrift
store in the midst of Microsoft country has some pretty decent
shit. JB got a couple pairs of good-as-new Gap pants, and I loaded
up with an armful of books. I also bought a pair of shorts labeled
size 8, and when I tried them on later they were so small I couldn't
even zip them - which may confirm my sneaking suspicion that
stores like Gap and Old Navy are sizing their clothes to appeal
to the widest audience possible. Meaning, I buy all size 8 stuff
from those shops, but I'm probably not really an 8. But
THAT certainly isn't a subject I wish to pursue, so let's move
on.
We also visited REI, which
is exactly like Home Depot in that you are doomed, just by walking
in the door, to spending a minimum of $100. Among other things,
JB got a pair of SuperFeet. SuperFeet are inserts that are supposed
to help your hiking shoes be more comfortable. The most important
thing to know about SuperFeet is that you can easily become quite
annoying if you repeatedly sing "SuperFeet! SuperFeet! They're
super feet-y!"
Later on Saturday we went to
the dog park. I fucking love the dog park. I like to try and
get Dog all excited about going by chirping "Dog park! Dog
park! Do you want to go to the park? Huh? Huh?" (JB, sighing:
"I think Sundry wants to go to the dog park.").
It's always so neat seeing all the different types of dogs playing
together. Wiener dogs rolling around with Rottweilers. Corgis
bustling along next to greyhounds; tiny fluffy dogs, huge enormous
dogs. It's just so much visual fun.
Today we slogged up Tiger Mountain
for the third time. You'd think that after hiking a steep trail
several times it would get easier, but you'd be wrong. WRONG
I TELL YOU.
Now JB is off on Alki diving,
and I've recently returned from a shopping trip at Fred Meyer
where I bought some hair clips, makeup, nail file, and - a kiddie
pool. See, we've been wanting to get a kiddie pool for Dog for
a while, because she's such a water freak and it's getting hot
lately.
JB has maintained that we would
need to buy one of those hard plastic kind, but I had thought
even a cheap crappy one might work for a while. But, well, I
was wrong. Here is a public record of my experiment with the
$9.99 Insta-Set Pool.
6:12 PM:
Dog has immediately begun vigorously digging in the pool.
6:16 PM:
She appears to be oddly fixated on one particular section. It
is disheartening to note that the bottom of the pool is constructed
of a very thin vinyl.
6:18 PM:
Holes are appearing at a rapid rate, and we are now experiencing
some major leakage. Dog seemingly redoubles her efforts.
6:21 PM:
Dig! Must dig! Must dig at water! There is only this! The digging!
6:25 PM:
Dog sadly gazes at What Once Was, Frisbee clamped in mouth. The
pool has emptied and only sorrowful little puddles remain.
Oh, Insta-Set Pool, we hardly
knew you. Your 13 minute life in my backyard was all too swift,
your damnation to landfill eternal.
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1
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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