I am no longer allowed into Joann’s Fabric store unsupervised. Especially while they’re having a huge sale. You know that it’s a dangerous “omg there’s soooo much here that I want” type of place when I make the supervision-required rule myself.

Anywho, I bought fabric for the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. The kitchen fabric is white with tiny cherries on it, and the rest of the rooms are just solid blues (light blue and dark blue) and white. I’m going to attempt to match up the bedroom curtain’s stripe with the color change on the bedroom wall, which should be interesting to say the least. With any luck I’ll have them all done and hanging up by the time Mom and Brian get back from Florida.

Have I mentioned that I’ve never made curtains before? Thankfully, Eddie seems to have faith in my skills. I think.

I’ve decided to go with red knobs on the doors. I don’t think the yellow and white will be much of a contrast against each other. Plus, red has the added bonus of staying cleaner longer.

The heat wave has finally broken, and we’re all rather comfy at 77°F at the moment. We’re still running around half-naked and Eddie is eating freeze-pops as though they will be banned sometime tomorrow, but thankfully the animals aren’t dying of the heat/humidity any longer. With any luck, the next time weather like that rolls back in, we’ll be in the new place with the a/c.

Eddie spoke to the office yesterday and confirmed that we won’t need to pay our last month’s rent, which gives us an extra $750 in the bank, which will be put towards the truck’s repairs and getting the rest of the new place finished off. With any luck this week we’ll be able to actually finish the bedroom, providing that we can get the storage totes out of there so that we can actually get to all of the walls. I also want to get the cabinets doors finished off. I know that I’ve been posting about those damned cabinets for 4 weeks now, but this time I mean it - I will be buying knobs and putting up the doors this week.

Aside from working on the new place there’s not a helluva lot happening this weekend. We’ll be going to the movies on Friday, and hopefully playing some WoW on Saturday night and since I decided to grab myself a level 19 Ghost Saber which I’ve managed to get to level 41 (out of 70 remember) I know what I’ll be doing on Sunday.

We got an assload of work done in the kitchen today. We put another coat of yellow on the walls because there were some spots where even 2 coats of primer didn’t stop the wallpaper motif from showing through. We did the cabinet frames and the drawers all white. I filled some screw holes in the cabinet doors, sanded them down, then painted everything all white. We removed 2 pairs of sliding cabinet doors because it would have been impossible to paint them without resulting in the doors getting stuck shut, and it looks a lot better without them.

So the plans for next weekend are as follows:

• paint the hinges for the cabinet doors
• finish trim in kitchen
• put the doors back up
• paint the walls in the bedroom, providing that we can move things out of there
• paint the living room if we can’t get things out of the bedroom

Comrade just left. The man is insane, and now Eddie got a peek at why I can’t stand to deal with him.

First, he came in and started in on the bedroom because there was a ripped window shade and “omg get it down!” He’ll be buying and giving us another one. He may have had more interesting things to say had we left the toys out, but we hid them the other night.

Then, he went into the kitchen and complained that the ceiling needed to be painted. While he was in there he bitched because there was a dead fly up there by the light. As predicted, he accused us of storing trash in here, even going so far as to say that over the summer, he looked through our kitchen windows and saw pizza boxes on our kitchen table for 3 weeks. Ok, I admit that there were 2 empty pizza boxes on the table (they don’t fit in the trash can), but where the FUCK does he get off looking in our kitchen windows? Or any of our windows for that matter?

In the bathroom, he said nothing about the fact that the clothes were piled up everywhere, but he did complain about the fact that there’s a leak in the shower door that seems to breed a steady stream of mildew. Because obviously, the warped door frame is our fault and all. Curse me for pressing Eddie up against it and having my way with him! Not that that would happen, unless we really wanted to fly out of the shower and into the towel rack. He also thinks that we have nothing better to do than make sure that there are no dust bunnies behind the toilet, because the toilet is too dusty.

He found nothing of interest in the living room except a large crack in the ceiling, which has been there since I moved in, and the fact that one part of the blinds in one front window wasn’t all the way down, and was slightly higher than the rest of them. And he seemed more upset than neccessary that the chandaleer in here doesn’t hang properly and leans a bit. The horrors! The same thing goes for the man-cave - nothing in there to pique his interest.

We let him know that the hot water heater seems a bit FUBAR because our hot water gets up to maybe 100F at the most, and while that’s not bad for the summer when a cool shower feels good, during the winter we like things warmer. He agreed and will be checking out the water heater. He then proceeded to complain once again about the trash and requested that we take it out at least every other day, whether it has anything in it or not. because obviously, in his little personal universe, trash bags grow on trees and we can just afford to toss them out with 3 empty Diet Coke cans and a Hamburger Helper box. And the quote of the night (in my best typed Polish accent)?

Creestal, you are a woh-min, you should know ‘ow to do this theengs.

Yes, you heard it here first, folks, having a vagina makes you automatically have the ability and desire to scrub your house from top to bottom! It must be one of the perks of having XX chromosomes. someone alert the Nobel judges, I deserve an award for this idea.

I swear to god, if we could find a place the same price as what we’re paying and not looking for first/last month rent with a security deposit on top of that, we’d be out of here asap. I don’t need some anal-retentive landlord telling me to clean the back of the toilet.

It snowed last night, we had a few inches on the car and enough to require Comrade to be outside shovelling the sidewalk and driveway. It’s pretty and white.

Eddie went out to grab coffee and cocoa and Comrade notified him that he wants to come in and inspect the apartment, which means an assload of cleaning and smuggling Pickle and her cage out of the house. Of course, he’s on vacation next week, which means that we won’t have the benefit of smuggling her out after I get out of class because he’ll be home at the same time. And disassembling the cage to bring to Mom’s one night is going to be oh-so-fun. Tomorrow I’ll spend the day cleaning up an assload of shit to put out for Saturday’s trash pick-up and just do 1 room every day next week. That will give us time to clean up a bit, get the fuzzy to my mother’s for a sleepover, and get things inspected. The big question is, do we leave all the various sex toys, lubes, and implements of destruction just laying about, or pack them up?

I’ve got to shower and get dressed for the dinner. Feh. Happy Thanksgiving, folks!