DH is out of town for business. I’m turning feral. Last night for dinner I had:
- bite of ham
- two crackers
- hunk of cucumber.
I’ve also spent part of the weekend watching multiple episodes of My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding. Those are hours of my life I’ll never get back.
It wasn’t all fun and games. I also mastered how to use Scrivener. This is a fancy schmancy writing software that a few friends swear by. There’s nothing I like more than a nifty writing gadget so I bought it. I spent a couple days reading the manual. I learned one valuable thing- I am incapable of reading technical manuals. I was beginning to despair, but then someone pointed me towards some on line video tutorials. Now I’ve made that software my bitch. I’m using the cork board and organizing things. Look out- I’m going to make a killer book on this bad boy.
In sad news, our neighbours have announced they are moving. We really like these neighbours and so I did briefly consider sabotaging their plans by attending their open house and saying things in a loud voice like: “wow- you’d never guess about the sewage leak they had.” or “I wonder if they still have an infestation of rats?” However, since I like them I have decided against this plan. Instead I intend to ask all potential buyers to complete a 25 page application, a personal interview and a battery of psychological tests.
It’s real estate season here. This week we’ve had three real estate agents knock on the door to ask if we’ve considered moving. I wonder if this method of drumming up work actually works. Like you might be sitting in your house watching tacky gypsy weddings, have a real estate agent stop by and then think “what the heck, let’s move.”
What did you get up to this weekend?