Ahhhh finally sitting down to a nice cup of Keurig coffee and a Tim Horton’s breakfast wrap. Yumm. Sausage and egg without the sausage but I do want the savory sauce please. So you’d like an egg wrap? Yes and the cheese and savory sauce. I sometimes wonder if it’s me….I know it makes sense to just order an egg wrap, but I don’t want my cheese or sauce forgotten about…oh well I see my logic behind it….wish I would have gotten a bagel…next time.
So yesterday there was a nice ceiling fan on Kijiji, it even had lights on it for 35 benos, I was the lucky buckeroo who got to pick it up! Yay me! Turns out this lady has a whole bunch of shit she’s selling out of her trailer, lots of neat shit! Ice maker, blinds, wedding stuff, kitchen stuff, stereos, BBQ, Disney pictures, furniture, you name it! So while I was there I was even lucky enough to get a tour of her home. I mentioned being in the the buying market in the next few years. Stupid me. Next time I’ll clarify I don’t hang with the trailer park boys. Oh only kidding. What a derogatory name for someone who simples lives in a mobile home. “trash”….I feel like I’m allowed to use the term “trailer trash” because I once lived in one. I think we all have at some point in our lives, or know someone who has, or does. And honestly, our trailer was nice. Last time I seen trash with hardwood floors was um never. And anyways, living somewhere a little less desirable at some point in your life, is not a bad idea. For me anyways, it was good, you really appreciate when you move. So back to fan lady. I only had enough cash for the fan..I mean who carries cash around now a days anyways? Exactly. So after finally getting to leave this chatty salesperson woman, I headed back home. Got myself and all my papers I needed, for that appointment I told you about yesterday, headed back into the big city to grab more cash and then thought I’d treat salesperson woman with my presence once more. I went to pick up a mystery box! It had 2 small crackpots, a waffle maker, a food scale, some new thermoses, and a george foremen! So $30 for that and I proudly got a steal of a deal on the fan for $30 making that a grand total of a bunch of new shit for the house for 3 green ones. I love me a good deal. My man loves it more. He’s a Kijijiaholic so he’s much more experienced than I.
So yeah anyways I headed into town to pick up my new box of goodies, headed to get my man from work so we could go to our appointment with our accountant together. Well we get there. We’re 5 minutes early. We wait. No sign. Give her a minute I know she has to drive from the other side of town. Wait another 5. Text her to say we’re running late just grabbing our kid some mick dicks and say we’ll be over. (Sneaky sneaky us). She then texts and lets me know something came up, we need to reschedule. Fk that noise something came up. Just tell me you forgot our appointment and that’s why you have to cancel. Sheesh! And you know, it wouldn’t have been such a terrible thing to just skip the meeting, but as you know, I had a date yesterday. A date to envy the girlfriend be all bendy and sweaty (just envy the bendy part, I sweat enough on my own). I don’t actually know if she’s real bendy, but she was a dancer, and she has a great ass, so I’m just assuming. Even if I would have been able to voluntarily opt out of yoga, it was also Knitting Club last night. Thank yoooouuu sweetheart. Sure life comes up, people forget, nobodies perfect (except me clearly), and it should not be a big deal, life goes on. I even have a cliché ”Cést la vie” tattoo. Maybe I should remember to take a chill pill and stop being such a stress ball all the time. But that’s not the point. The point is, she’s the professional, this is what I pay her to do. I could have got all hot and sweaty and knit me some dish cloths while drinking wine.
Sooo she rescheduled. I’m already bit bitter about this situation…and then she wants to schedule for next Thursday. Ay yi yi. I let her pick the day and time this time, to ensure she actually remembers to show up. So we’ll see.
The mother in-law texts me last night, says she’ll be in town today with her buddy. Who I also know. She’s loud. And a woman. No other description needed. Not sure what time they’ll be around today. They’ll probably want to meet somewhere for lunch, which I would always agree to do. I love my mother in-law, but I’m sure she’ll want to eat at some fast food restaurant just so she can watch me suffer, while I pick out this and that out of my order. I am a bit fussy I know. And I don’t actually suffer. She very openly disagrees with my eating habits. Which I’ve never tried to force on her or her son. I’m not sure why people get all funny about things that don’t affect their life in any which way. It’s okay she doesn’t get it, and I don’t care if she ever does…but it sure gets annoying when your being told what you should eat when you’re a grown ass woman. Thank you, but I’ll pick my own food, the same as I pick my own clothes, and brush my own teeth. Once I’m too old to wipe my own ass, then feed me what you want. But until then..live and let live. I should be careful, with criticizing. I’m very quick to point out she can be judgemental, but then I would be lying if I said I never was. I mean who isn’t? Can you say hypocrite. But whatever, it happens, and the world is still spinning. Coffees now getting cold, and if mother in-law decides to drop by, I have a house to clean. You know the special cleaning I only reserve for special guests i.e. The in-laws. Fk. It’s Friday. Shit. I guess there’s no skipping corners today. Better go get my housewife handcuffs on to scrub the toilet. Joy.