Check out freecycle.org. I joined. You can get or give away anything and it's free. There's local chapters. I'm hoping to go garage sale-ing today if the hubby ever decides to get out of the shower. :) I have become an addict. There's just something about finding things in great condition for like a quarter that have me hooked. I could spend the entire day "shopping" and barely spent anything. It's like a guilty pleasure that I have no reason to feel guilty about.
Adele is crabby and fussing and it's driving me nuts. I know she's used to a bunch of people entertaining her. Thank God for Town House crackers. It's one of her favorite snacks. And yes, I even let her eat them in the living room. I can always vaccuum later. I'm sure there's a bunch of reasons why letting her get crackers all over the place is bad. And yes I could battle with her in the high chair but sometimes mommies just need a little sanity and I'll admit it. This is one of mine.
Well, last night was interesting. I had a shitty and I say shitty because I really mean shitty day at work. I was so glad to get out of there. Every muscle ached (and I'm typing this with a screaming infant tugging at me demanding to know why I could possibly be spending any time away from her, sigh, this is why living with your parents for a few months is not a good idea, this will take a lot of work to change) and as I joyishly galloped/danced/ran to the car I realized there was no car there. A hubby had forgotten to pick me up. So I waited and waited and waited and called and called and called. Finally, I decided to call a taxi. As I get in, this enormous man who I later found out used to be a bouncer in Missouri proceeds to tell me what a hot red head I am. Oh, great. Just what I need. So I shrug it off, change the subject, all the little tactics you use to get rid of guys like this. Well, that didn't happen. After hearing way too much sexual and inappropriate conversation I was ready to bolt out of that car. He was even giving me a "break" on the meter here and there even though I didn't need him too and proceeded to tell me about girls who will do anything (ahem and I won't go into this but I mean anything, and after visualizing these types of things I think I will have nightmares all week) for a free taxi ride. Although he has to still charge them but they can do whatever they want to. Um, ick. I kinda get this whole classy broad type of speech of what I am. Then I find out that he lives near me. Then we get lost. Then he flat out asks me if I ever take this taxi service frequently because if his boss or coworkers heard of anything he told me, even if I just joked about it, it would not be a good situation. I agree and talk about how I'm married and need to get home and how this 300 lb man has absolutely no reason to be angry with me over anything and how because I'm married (thank God I had checks to support this claim) I can't get involved with him and I just pray he has no other motives in mind. I get out of the car, he wants my license, I find enough change for the fare and call it a night. And pray to God he forgets who I am, where I work, and where I live. No matter how turned on he gets by red heads. I hear the hubby's story. He fell asleep. Then I tell him mine and he gets angry and wants to bash this guys face in and it was just one hell of a night. So I'm looking really forward to something fun and relaxing today so we can forget all about this.
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