Anyway- I got yesterday off for one of these events so I did what any person with a day off does.
Once I finished mowing I came inside and cooked some lunch
After we went into a couple other stores and walked around outside, I suggested to Wendy that we go get a drink at the Barnes and Noble Fauxbucks. Now let's start with this. Wendy doesn't consume caffeine and I don't consume coffee. So our choices are very limited right off the bat. We've found that their passion tea is caffeine free and we usually mix it with lemonade. In the summertime they can blend it with a lemonade concentrate and ice to make a frozen slushy. SO YUMMY! We walk up and ask the two workers if we can have the blended one yet- since its usually seasonal and I wasn't sure if it was available yet. The old lady with all attitude (Big Mistake. Big. Huge.) snaps back at us that they've never had that drink. Ummm yea, bitch, you have. Its the only drink we get from here. So she continues arguing with us, that she's been there for 6 years (we've never seen her) and they've never had that drink (yes you have) and they've never had a guy work there in the six years she's been there (one waited on me two weeks ago). So Wendy goes all Bad Girls of Marion County on her- finger waving, head bobbing, Oh No You Didn't. I almost thought for a second that I MIGHT have to restrain her and I just wasn't wearing the right shoes for restraining. Wendy's all "I'm not going to argue with you, cuntface. (My words, not hers) You're fucking crazy and we'll go somewhere else." And continues yelling at Douchbag Manager of 6 Years all the way out the door. This is one of the MANY reasons that I love this girl. She can take a typical day of shopping and make it into my next blog post.
So we head over to TJ Maxx across the street so calm ourselves down. Side note: You all know that I've been looking for a duvet for the front spare room with the yellow nightstands, right? Well I was looking at one in Target but after all of the terrible reviews, I decided that I didn't want it. The one that the Target duvet knocked off from West Elm is $119 for the duvet only. Soooo not paying that to begin with but it's just SO PRETTY. See below- I was going to get it in white.
I just love this one. Are you imagining the crisp white up against the bright yellow and toned down with all the gray tones? Amazing, right? But again, mama could spend $160 plus tax and shipping on a lot of other things. So I've still been trying to figure out what I want to do. Back to story. We head in to TJ
You can see that I added the lamps and I got a cute little glass dish for one of the nightstands for a cell phone so that my guests don't scratch up the top. I'll probably get something bigger eventually but for now that'll work.
I finished the Bombe dresser so I'll have some pics for you soon!! I just need to trick Wendy and Jon into coming over for dinner and get him to help me move it into the dining room from the garage. Then while he's here, I'll have him help me bring the soon-to-be yellow dresser downstairs to the garage to start on that. I've already brought 6 of the 8 drawers down and started on them. Which is awesome cuz now my bedroom looks like this-
Maybe this will be the kick in the butt to order my bedroom set. Cuz having all of my clothes in piles on the floor is just a teeny tiny bit ghetto. But more than that- I won't be able to watch TV from the bed anymore. And that's my Internet TV so there goes my Netflix watching in bed. Unacceptable.
Well, I only have 4 more hours until the world ends so I'm going to go make use of it. I was going to do some chores, but my friend Cary made fun of me and said: "Don't waste your time with all that, petty stuff. Time for hard "rock and roll" drugs, meaningless sex with random strangers and 10 trips to the buffet line (more ice cream, please)! Wait a minute... Did I just describe my last Tuesday? Kidding...hahahahahaha!" To which I responded, "Your last Tuesday was my last night. I'm still high and sore. And full. In more ways than one" Love that girl. So I'm out to do some really bad-for-me things. Hope you all go to hell with me. If not, it's been nice. Don't get killed me the ugly zombies.