Finally!

So after knocking out a few mockups, Sean and I finally left the house to seal the deal on the sense of accomplishment.

We wound up hitting up Big Lots first.  While it was a somewhat successful shopping experience, I was extremely annoyed by a few of the employee’s as one in particular was going up and down the isles saying “All these people with carts need to know we’re fucking closing soon, I ain’t waiting around.”  Meanwhile, it was like 8pm, and they close at 9.  So instantly I thought “Kiss my fat ass”.  We finally make our way up to the register and spent $70 on I-have-no-idea-what.  It took a good 15 minutes to check out considering the same asshole with the mouth has made her way to the front to bull shit with the cashier about some fucking outfit she’s wearing NEXT WEEKEND to the club.  (Do people SERIOUSLY pick shit out the week before? Come on now!). 

We load up the car and then attempt to knock out our second ‘to-do’ – Dinner.  We were both starving and the usual same old shit just wasn’t going to cut it.  We wound up going to this place in Garden City called the Tin Alley Grill. I’d always driven past but NEVER went into it for some reason or another and decided tonight that I didn’t want the Texas Roadhouse or Bertucci’s.  I want something DIFFERENT.  You can imagine my surprise when I actually can say that I ENJOYED my dinner, something that doesn’t happen very often.  I picked up the grilled chicken caesar wrap and upgraded to the sweet potato fries and it goes without saying but I was definitely in heaven.

After our little dinner trip we took a ride over to Pathmark to finally get grocery shopping off of my ‘to-do’ list. $300 later…Sean’s in a mood cause we spent so much and I’m going through my internal list for the week trying to figure out what I’m cooking on what night to keep things moving.

We get home and unload everything from the car, which admittedly took quite a bit longer than anticipated but when you factor in the Big Lots shopping, plus Pathmark AND the stuff that I didn’t take out of the trunk from last weeks Home Depot adventure, the six to seven trips up the stairs (each) was kicking our asses.  And to any of you whom have been to my house, you know those stairs are a bitch – worse with packages that’s for damn sure.

So we’re unpacking everything and I’m trying to figure out how to play Tetris with the freezer (you know we all do it) and then a looser version of Tetris in the fridge.  I got to the point that I was so completely fucking frustrated that I said “Fuck this” and wound up cleaning the damn thing out anyway.  There was really nothing more that I could do other than that, honestly.

Upon unpacking everything we realized that we’re missing a bag and had to retrace our steps to figure out what the hell happened.  Originally we thought it was going to be in the car and just wedged under the seat, then it turned into check the porch cause we were dumping bags there.  Then we realized that the TWO things we went to Big Lots for (in the fricken first place) weren’t even there!  So tomorrow Sean or I are going to give them a call and ask if they have the bag that we left behind.  Considering the attitude of the cashier – I don’t count on that one happening.

So things are calming down, and after spending a good hour outside just to enjoy the cool breeze (since the house is boiling), I’m sitting down at the computer going through email and all I hear is “Psst, get down here quick”.  I head to the bedroom, Sean points to his new desktop and says “smell that”. I hesitated thinking it was a cruel “I farted HAHA” move, but it wasn’t.  It smelled of burning plastic and he’s like “Yea, I turned it on and then something flashed and now it doesn’t work anymore”.  He can’t even turn it on for the initial boot so who knows what happened.  He’s thinking power supply, I’m thinking it’s a kill switch because a power supply doesn’t randomly blow up after 2 weeks of use!  So that’s going to turn into a second phone call for the day.

So when you factor in work, shopping and dinner – my Sunday was as productive as my Saturday was supposed to be. Though, I probably should be exhausted being it’s 3am, but I guess my random two-part 12 hours of sleep has got me all wired up.

Thinking I’ll check on my Words with Friends to see how badly my one girlfriend is kicking my ass right now lol.