I have to say that I was inordinately pleased about catching the squirrel.
As to what happened afterwards…well, best not to dwell on unpleasantness.
Tonight was the night of my housewarming party.
In planning the party I forgot that I’m supposed to check with Kathleen before making decisions about my life, so it turns out that she and Brian had prior commitments that prevented them from coming while the party was actually going on, though she did stop by afterwards, as did Brian shortly thereafter.
My Realtor, David, wasn’t able to make it, as he and his wife had just brought their new baby home from the hospital (Congrats, BTW), so Scot and Stacy and Jamie and Casey, along with their respective broods, were the only guests.
Having so many kids in the house was…an experience.
Thanks to Stacy for taking it upon herself to act with an efficiency that would make FEMA green with envy and restoring the disaster area to normal conditions in short order.
I ultimately had a lot more food than I needed. The Torta di Pasta (essentially a pizza made out of spaghetti) didn’t go over as well as I’d hoped – especially since I made two of them – so I guess it’s a good thing that I like it, as I have a lot left over.
My mint chocolate cake was a hit, but then it always is. Still lots of that left, too, though, despite the truly massive piece that Kathleen had.
As for swag, I got a Crème Brûlée set and a gift card for Bed, Bath & Beyond from Jamie and Casey, and a cool, high-tech garbage can from Scott and Stacy that will, once I get batteries for it, automatically open its own lid through the use of infrared motion detectors. It’s like I’m living in a futuristic wonderworld!
Seriously, though, I’d been hoping that they’d get me one ever since Scott told me about theirs. I’ve been wanting to get a new garbage can for a while, in particular a nice stainless steel one, but whenever I’d see them at Bed, Bath & Beyond I would become enraged at how ridiculously expensive they are – and we’re talking about non-futuristic, manual garbage cans – and refuse to even consider buying them.
Honestly, I’ve stood there staring at them and shuddering with impotent rage over the ridiculous notion of paying upwards of $100 for a freaking garbage can.
So I’m pleased, and now I can stand in Bed, Bath & Beyond staring at the displays of expensive garbage cans with an attitude of amused condescension (and I probably will).
I also got cards from my mom and my sister (and family), along with some gift certificates for Wal-Mart and Ruby Tuesday.
So not a bad haul.
In the afternoon when I was cleaning I had a pretty severe reaction to some sort of allergen that got kicked up in the process. It felt like there was something lodged in my throat and I started coughing really hard. Not sure what it was, but, eventually, a Benadryl took care of it.
On the job front, I heard from two separate recruiting companies contacting me about the same job. It’d pay about a dollar less an hour than what I made at AOL and there would be no benefits, unless I eventually got hired on full-time. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, I guess.
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