Went to Lowes to get spray paint and “whatnot” for my chandelier extraveganza. I grabbed 2 colors to try – Peacock and Green Apple. Sounds like a good time, no? Whilst picking out paint the contractor who screwed up my bedroom floor LAST YEAR and still hasn’t fixed it sauntered down the aisle. He saw me, and apparently he thought I didn’t see him. He made like a jack rabbit and left. What’s the word I’m looking for?!?!! Yeah, umm, I don’t use that word – but that’s the one I’m thinking of.
Before we could start painting we had to check out the street fair that was happening in the next town over. Egad. These street fairs used to be “the social event of the season” when I was a teenager.
As an adult, they seem really sad. Every other booth was some sort of solicitation: financial companies, colleges, armed services, religious cults organizations a travel agency/cruises and an Elvis impersonator. WTF? Still, we managed to fill our bellies with beer, fried dough and beer batter mushrooms before we bailed. In all fairness, the organizers did hire a kickass cover band that actually had a HORN section! But getting back to our bitter/sarcastic personalities…we took to quietly singing Camper Van Beethoven’s “Take The Skinheads Bowling” as we walked around. Sing along, won’t you?
Also saw this…which reminded me…tonight is my 20 year high school reunion. I have to stay home and…wash the cat. Yeah, that’s it. Wash the cat. Super Gay Andy…where is you?!?! Time for a washin’!!
Painting will start in earnest tomorrow…we’ve got happy little sun showers now…and there are rumored burgers, dogs and fireworks at my sister’s house…and I can hide from the reunion there…
If, at any point, you would actually like to take some skinheads bowling, you let me know and we’ll get your trip to northern Idaho all planned.
I am eagerly awaiting the peacock and/or sour apple chandelier. I’m getting ready to paint a wood bench apple green, my own self.
Also: I don’t think I have your e-mail. Maybe I am missing it here somewhere. Am stoopid, clearly.
I’d have been super tempted to chase the friggin contractor down. What a wuss…
Thanks for that little wormhole. I am humming “Take the skinheads bowling. Take them bowling” as I type this.
Correction. I meant earworm. Been playin’ too much space pinball!
Hmmm Sunday morning and suddenly I feel like taking some skinheads bowling. What is up with that?
I’ve had store experiences like that. Some people seem to think I’m scary, and that was pre-Edie photos and post. Since I’m really kinda a shy, quiet person, I think it must be their guilty consciences that really frighten them.
The Fiance is NOT shy at all and will start singing along with the radio and twirling me around in grocery stores. I usually giggle and then run…
I should note that we don’t have skinheads…but we do have a good assortment of rednecks…the song just seemed to work for the situation…
Melanie – iloveupstate (at) gmail (dot) com
speaking of gay – stewart house. check out the old department of public works building across from the little league field or slightly north, for sale and I hear the price is right…………..
I have decided that my next house will be a great big barn that I can randomly spray paint stuff in…there will be a bed in the corner, a mini fridge, a hot plate, a tub, a sink and that’s IT.