Okay, so Mr X did not come back from Vegas with loads of money on which we could enjoy an early retirement, but he didn't lose much either - he basically came back about even, so that's nice. Sadly enough, however, he returned with zero pictures of the weekend. Oh well. He did have a stellar time though, so that's good.
I didn't have to work this past weekend and that was really nice. Mr X took me shopping a bit on Saturday for new work clothes. He says mine are all tattered and worn looking. *blush* It's true. I was all excited to get up this morning and get ready for work with my new 'threads' until I actually had to get up and get ready. Turns out that new work clothes don't magically transform one's stressful job into one's dream-job.
Mr X and I also tried to finish painting our master bedroom. We had previously painted it a baby blue and it turned out perfect. Our next and final step was to paint the trim a chocolate brown. We carefully (or so we thought) laid down drop-cloths and taped in preparation. Then we lovingly and slowly painted. The outcome? It looks terrible and I'm really annoyed about it all so I'm done talking about it now. (We already bought the paint for two other rooms and I'm pretty sure we'll never open those dumb cans now.)
My alarm to get up for work goes off at 4:55 AM every morning. When it went off this morning Mr X was already wide awake. I asked him why he was up so early and he replied, "I heard knocking on our front door about a half hour ago." Okay so sometime between 4 and 4:30 AM Mr X heard someone banging on our door downstairs (They would have to have been banging pretty hard for us to hear it all the way upstairs on the other end of our house, right?) What baffles me, besides the obvious of why was someone doing that at that awful time, is why they didn't just use the doorbell. Regardless, I'm totally creeped out by this.
After this, on my way to work I heard on the radio that a giant sink hole just swallowed a section out of a major road in Albuquerque and traffic was a mess as a result. Then Mr X calls me after I got to work to tell me that they found a dead body in the Rio Grande a few miles from our house.
This week is starting off with a jolt.
3 comments:
Ah the pleasures of living in the desert. We used to hear news reports in our morning drive about skulls with eyebrows still attached being found in the desert near our house. Awesome! What a way to start the day.
New Mexico sounds as weird and possibly, as disturbing as ever. Glad we are not moving there. :)
Hey, I tried that "new clothes" technique on excercising. It works for a while... I get some excellent new work-out clothes and I am all pumped to go to the gym. But, I must say that "clothing motivation" wears off really fast...like as fast as it takes to open the freezer and see my six-pack of Skinny Cow Ice Cream Sandwiches sitting there. Vacations are a better fitness inticement for me.
Sorry your week started off so weird. Hope it gets better. I guess my life is pretty mundane in comparison to you desert dwellers.
i love this insight into you-you are very clever and funny! i've been catching up on your blog--i suffered from the same dry-climate problems when we lived in tucson-especially the bloody noses-totally grossed kevin out. as if i was trying to make them happen...it all happens here in va as well, at least in the winter. weird, i know. the shocking phenom is pretty bad in our house--and worse in the car. i'm just waiting for the day when i go to take the gas pump out of the car, and the whole thing blows up from my shock of getting in and out of the car to keep warm. don't let that be you!
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