Ooh, my aching everything
I was scared to leave the car. Not because I thought either one of them would have touched me, but because they looked like the kind of delinquents that would key our car. After driving and parking at a different door we went into the mall. First store we go in? There are the two dipshits, trying to look all tough and goth. They're babbling away to the people working in the store - the one is telling a story about his dad getting mad at the family cat and pushing him off the dinner table.
Ooh, real dark story trench coat. You are obviously a very tough individual. Tell Mittens to be more careful next time.
Those are the idiots that make me not want to go to the states.
Anyways, spent Sunday dragging the husband from store to store in Winnipeg, eventually making it home at around 2pm. From then on we plasticed up the bed in the spare room, took apart the bed frame, took down the old bamboo blinds and put up new curtains to match all the baby stuff, patched up any holes in the wall, moved all the baby furniture that has been culminating in our living room to the bean's room, washed and put away half of the baby clothes, threw out about 4 garbage bags worth of crap, stated making an impressive "to sell" pile for a summer yard sale, re-arranged our closet, did 4 other loads of laundry, started cleaning up the hell hole that is our bedroom, had a shower and went to bed, where the husband massaged both my belly and back before we were both sleeping at 10:30.
And now here I sit...at 1:53 a.m. with heartburn, and an aching back. And aching legs, arms, head, ass, you get the idea. When will I learn that pregnancy is not the best time for marathon cleaning and moving events?
Oh right, this is me - so probably never.