My upstairs neighbors are just plain wrong. The one respit I get every week from the noise they make is on Sunday mornings when they go to church. For some reason, that didn’t happen today. Someone stayed home and turned the TV up really loud. I’m half tempted to start throwing breakers in the basement until the noise comes down. That sounds really passive aggressive, but I can’t even knock on their door because they’d never hear it.
When I fed Reggie this morning, I noticed that we’re running low on kibble. So I put that on my list of things to do. I ended up heading to the Pet Express on the north shore and drove past a WalMart. I thought I’d see if they had any of Reggie’s favorite purple toy. They had a bunch of them, but only two in purple. The rest were blue, orange, or green. I bought both of the purple ones, plus one in orange and one in blue. That’s right, I bought four of the same toy for Reggie. He’s now curled up with the orange one on my bed. That means I have spares! They’ll stay in the closet until needed.
Last night, my friend Steven had a few friends over for dinner. He made Indian food and french onion soup. Like my friend Beth, he couldn’t cook bad food if he tried.
The movers come Thursday morning. I’m not ready for them. I will be. I hope.