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constanceI am taking pictures to post to you, but I am sort of waiting on this one thing that may or may not happen before I finish up, and while I am waiting, I might as well catch you up on a few other things.
Area Woman Loses Ebay Seller Virginity
I've bought dozens of things on ebay, but never have I sold until this weekend. I didn't know before I listed this stuff just how hard it would be to tear myself away from the stats, but if I'd thought about it, I suppose I could have predicted this. Based, you know, on past ebay experiences. And so if circumstances are permitting, I run up and refresh my browser every half hour or so. How many bids? That's the first thing I check. How many watchers? How many people have viewed my entry? These questions are currently forming the soundtrack by which my life is running. And I still have a week to go. And this is only the first thing I'm selling (I foresee more sales coming in the future, and am eyeing the printer I broke over the Christmas holidays consideringly).
By the way, the USPS charges you a couple of bucks for a small packing box, but, as I discovered when I dropped in this morning on my way to Weight Watchers, gives away their Priority Mail boxes for free. I think this is quite Machiavellianically clever of them.
Compulsion in Kroger Parking Lot Breeds Speculation
Also this morning, I stopped to get gas, and while I filled my tank, I watched the woman next to me carefully cleaning her windshields and windows. She was very methodical and thorough about it; I rarely wash my own car windows thoroughly, especially not with the filthy stuff that passes for water that those squeegees sit in all day. She was at it when I pulled up to get my gas, and she was still at it when I pulled away, out from under the covered pumps. And into the pouring rain.
Household Standoff Continues
I am not currently speaking to Leory the dog, and determinedly taking not one ounce of pleasure in my dealings with him. Were he to do the Cutest Doggy Thing Ever, I'd like to think that I would just stare at him all stony-faced. Because that is quite simply what sort of treatment a dog deserves who (1) chews up the dust jacket of a brand new coffee table book I waited two years to buy, (2) tries repeatedly to father a litter of unnatural kitten/puppy halfbreed monstrosities on Rachel, (3) pees on the bed because he is so happy to see me awake, and (4) busts my lip but good. (Granted, the last two things were probably accidents, but OMG still.) All in the space of twenty-four hours.
I'm not entirely sure, but I don't think he's noticed, except that on the whole there've been fewer apple slices offered him lately; but it is giving me some satisfaction. Because I am, as previously reported on these pages, nine years old.
Area Woman Loses Ebay Seller Virginity
I've bought dozens of things on ebay, but never have I sold until this weekend. I didn't know before I listed this stuff just how hard it would be to tear myself away from the stats, but if I'd thought about it, I suppose I could have predicted this. Based, you know, on past ebay experiences. And so if circumstances are permitting, I run up and refresh my browser every half hour or so. How many bids? That's the first thing I check. How many watchers? How many people have viewed my entry? These questions are currently forming the soundtrack by which my life is running. And I still have a week to go. And this is only the first thing I'm selling (I foresee more sales coming in the future, and am eyeing the printer I broke over the Christmas holidays consideringly).
By the way, the USPS charges you a couple of bucks for a small packing box, but, as I discovered when I dropped in this morning on my way to Weight Watchers, gives away their Priority Mail boxes for free. I think this is quite Machiavellianically clever of them.
Compulsion in Kroger Parking Lot Breeds Speculation
Also this morning, I stopped to get gas, and while I filled my tank, I watched the woman next to me carefully cleaning her windshields and windows. She was very methodical and thorough about it; I rarely wash my own car windows thoroughly, especially not with the filthy stuff that passes for water that those squeegees sit in all day. She was at it when I pulled up to get my gas, and she was still at it when I pulled away, out from under the covered pumps. And into the pouring rain.
Household Standoff Continues
I am not currently speaking to Leory the dog, and determinedly taking not one ounce of pleasure in my dealings with him. Were he to do the Cutest Doggy Thing Ever, I'd like to think that I would just stare at him all stony-faced. Because that is quite simply what sort of treatment a dog deserves who (1) chews up the dust jacket of a brand new coffee table book I waited two years to buy, (2) tries repeatedly to father a litter of unnatural kitten/puppy halfbreed monstrosities on Rachel, (3) pees on the bed because he is so happy to see me awake, and (4) busts my lip but good. (Granted, the last two things were probably accidents, but OMG still.) All in the space of twenty-four hours.
I'm not entirely sure, but I don't think he's noticed, except that on the whole there've been fewer apple slices offered him lately; but it is giving me some satisfaction. Because I am, as previously reported on these pages, nine years old.
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