The day is barely half over, and it has already been a very long day. I went to bed around two, which isn’t that bad, and after falling asleep around three, I woke up only twice during the night. I got up with Ian when his alarm went off at ten and booted up WoW whilc he got ready for work. He shaved off most of his beard and went down to just the mustache and goatee and was standing in front of me talking when suddenly his glasses broke in half. Yeah, totally unexpected. I figured I was gonna hit Wal-Mart anyway for weekend fish food (the type that releases food over a couple days since we’re gonna be in the Haute), so I drove him to work. We took a detour through the McDonald’s drive-thru, a horrifying experience because I avoid that place like the plague but he wanted lunch (consisting of cookies and a cheeseburger, mind you). I dropped him off and then dropped the van off at the Wal-Mart Tire/Lube Express because the sticker on the windshield said today was the day to change the oil, and since the old girl is going to be making a trek to the Haute tonight, I definitely wanted that taken care of. I pulled in and decided to try and put the trash back in the trash can (which constantly tips over) while talking to the associate, and I stabbed myself with a stray toothpick. Yeah, stabbed as in it was stuck in my thumb and started bleeding. Whee! Meh, I was busy so I pulled it out, shoved the rest of the trash in the can and then went shopping.

There’s a reason why Ian and I shop at night: fewer people. After about a half an hour of weaving around people and nearly getting plowed over by inattentive shoppers, I decided to check out. I figured I’d just grab a seat in the Tire/Lube area, but there were no seats! So I stood there by my cart for five or ten minutes (probably closer to ten, come to think of it), and then the van was done. Very quickly, I might add. Unfortunately, even though they had vacuumed the carpeting, when they pulled the van out into the lot, the trash can tipped back over all over the floor. Dippy. I put my stuff in the van and had my bottle of Mountain Dew in my hand when I put my cart up. I opened the soda which sprayed all over my shirt. Dippier. After some yelling at people in the parking lot (a third of the lot is closed off for sealing, so the two thirds that are open are very packed), I stopped back by Radio Shack to give Ian some Tylenol (not having glasses will likely give him a headache). Just before I left, he stopped me and asked me to drop him by Wal-Mart to see if he could get a new pair of glasses real quick. Then I headed home.

Once here, I began laundry and then took Kitty out for a while. I sat in a camp chair and crocheted while she explored the yard. I messaged Ian to find out he couldn’t get his glasses because of weird policies at the one-hour store there. He contacted Lushbaugh who helped him set up an appointment at a place in the Haute for tomorrow morning, so he should get his glasses then. This does mean that I’m going to be driving the entire trip up, whee!

So after sitting outside while the cat wandered around aimlessly, I finally decided she was done, especially when she started wandering out toward the road. I grabbed her, hauled her back in and put up with her shouting for a few minutes. She’s now moping in front of the door. I figure I’m going to spend the rest of the day doing laundry and getting stuff together for the weekend. I need to drag out our DnD books and then figure out where I put my character sheet. It got moved to . . . somewhere while doing all that cleaning and organizing a while back. I also need to charge my phone, charge the batteries in the camera, make sure Kitty has plenty of water and food and then put the fish food in the tank. I feel like I’m forgetting something else, but who knows? It’ll occur to me later, I’m sure. Right now, I need to check the laundry and maybe grab a shower. Hectic! When will I have time to crochet?