Is it any wonder I'm going insane?
When I got home I found a note on the kitchen stovetop from the Boy.
That says, for those that can't read dysgraphic handwriting:
Me andSome friends and I are cooking at Izzy's house. I will be home before 12. I took a package of chicken from the freezer.
Love, (Name redacted)
OK, kudos to him for leaving a note. In a place where I would actually see it, too.
But... he took a package of chicken from the freezer? I wonder if it's the package of chicken I was planning on cooking for dinner? The one that really shouldn't have left the house because, as we all know, everyone in town is richer than fuck and I'm the one that can't afford to lose an entire dinner to his friends.
Oh, and there's that pesky little rule that says that he's NOT supposed to take anything out of the freezer without asking permission.
Now, in the eyes of the Boy, this note IS asking permission. I know that will be his argument when we 'discuss' this later tonight. I'm not crazy, right? This isn't asking for permission, he's stating a fact.
Onto Linens-n-Things. What a freaking crock. We have a store right down the street and this is the 3rd week of their "going out of business, all things must go" sale. They have hired these poor shlubs to stand on corners advertising this great sale opportunity. "40%" all the signs say. Everything marked down. Bare bottom prices.
Lies, I tell you. Lies. First, last week one of our local news channels discovered that they had actually marked UP prices so that the marked down prices were actually higher than the original prices. For example, something that sold for $29.99 was marked up by the company running the bankruptcy to $39.99 by just putting a sticker atop the original price. Then, when the item was marked down to that ever generous 10%, the customer ended up spending more than the original price. Well, that pissed me and about 2 bazillion other potential customers off, so LNT closed the stores for a day for "inventory" and reopened with original pricing. Or so they said. Again, lies!
When the signs attached to the store trumpeted out everything 40% off, I decided that today would be the day I would check in to see if my dream item had been marked down to a price I could afford. Wishful thinking on my part, but you never know.
NOTHING in that damn store was marked down more than 20%. Nothing, not even the Halloween decorative items. I walked through the whole store. Carefully. I found an item that would be PERFECT for the girl's room decor, once she cleans up the 20 loads of laundry from her floor and paints her room. But they were marked down 10%. No way!
My item, a Cuisinart toaster oven to replace the toaster oven that died 3 years ago, was more expensive in LNT than it is online at Amazon. Even with the markdown. What a freaking ripoff. I've heard about closeout sales doing this, but I've never seen it before first hand.
Needless to say, I didn't buy a thing, not even some Method dish soap that I can get cheaper at Target. I'm livid. I hate being ripped off, even if I didn't buy a thing. So I'm warning everyone to stay out of this stupid store because you're not getting any bargains.
Lastly, tonight I witnesses a fender bender right in front of a cop directing traffic. Or at least he was HIRED to direct traffic. What he was actually doing was standing with his back to the traffic having a very loud animated conversation with a young black fellow. Lots of laughing and gaffawing ensued as I was driving past with my windows open for some air.
This accident occurred at the intersection of the entrance to
Anyhow, traffic at 5 pm in that particular area is heinous in the best of times. In rain and darkness, it's even worse. Because the cop was NOT paying attention to the traffic and was instead discussing the minor play by play errors of the Patriots or something equally inane, a car tried to leave the parking lot and meld into the traffic stream. Of course some Masshole wouldn't let the car in, and kaboom. A fender bender.
The cop didn't even turn around until people started yelling. All this and more for $60/hour.
But I must say that I'm thrilled with the Obama family for trying to find a rescue dog. If they come home with a golden doodle (and they ARE adorable but...) I'm going to be annoyed. I hope they can find a lovely rescue dog that is 'hypoallergenic', even though I believe that is a myth. You are either allergic or you are not. As in, I'm allergic to cats and I have totally lost my inability to breathe like a normal person. But even living with two cats, I'm still allergic. Dumb, but allergic. Stumble It! JBlog Me