baby needs a new pair of shoes

I spent over an hour in the shoe store today and actually left with fewer shoes than what I came in with. I bought a very cool pair of sandals yesterday at the Walking Company. I thought they were perfect. But they were a size 40 and I really needed a 41. But the dude was all about giving me the American size 10 regardless of what European size I told him. I assumed he didn't have a 41 and just went with it. Silly me. I angsted over the stupid shoes and then brought them back today to trade for a larger size. And of course they were too big. The foot bed was perfect, but the leather upper was too floppy and there wasn't an option to tighten the straps. I mourned those shoes. I spent the next hour looking at every damn black sandal in the store trying to find something that I liked. The one shoe that I liked they didn't have in my size. *pout* So no shoes for me. I did come back out with a good chunk of change in exchange for the shoes I returned. But I would rather have had the perfect pair of shoes. Four more stores later and still no shoes for me. Apparently I have mutantly long but narrow and thin (vertically) feet. I'm doomed to a life of crappy shoes.

Oh, and my aesthetician's daughter was bitten by a great dane this afternoon so I have to reschedule my appointment for tomorrow (which I found out when I walked in the salon as I'm too stupid to check my own cell phone's voicemail). So I remain hairy until tomorrow at 6:15pm.

Hairy and barefoot ... woe is me.

Cleaning up and language

First, Mr. Clean's Magic Erasers are amazing! I used one to clean the soap scum off the bottom of my tub and it looks beautiful! I can't stop using exclamation points it looks so good! Second, in two different emails I've seen recently people have typed "fowl play" instead of "foul play" and lamented about his "polite" versus his "plight." These people are librarians! Sheesh!

I'm sure brass plaques are period ...

So is there such a thing as a bike seat that doesn’t make your ass hurt? I thought I had bought a really nice bike seat that was all padded and cushiony but my ... junction … really hurts. Must research that more before the Puddin’ and I go for any more long bike rides. We had such a good weekend. We rode our bikes all over the neighborhood and trimmed some trees in the backyard and went out for a very fine sushi dinner. I’ve finally picked out the perfect shed (which is about three times what I had originally planned on spending on a shed) and it is being delivered and assembled on the 16th of this month. I think this makes me very domestic as I keep hopping around the house telling the Puddin’ how excited I am about the potential shed.

I have gotten into this gardening craze (and added the appropriate LJ communities to my interests so as too overpopulate my friends list with all kinds of comments on geraniums versus chrysanthemums) and am feeling a bit intimidated. So I’ve been reading up a lot on it and hoping to feel a bit more clue-ful before this planting season is over. We shall see.

Rich won his hockey championship last night and it was a huge deal. He’s been kinda angsty about it for about two weeks and I’m really happy for him that it went so well. It was nice to take their picture and hang out in the locker room after the game and get some beers before heading home. Go Puddin’!

This morning he left for Simi Valley, California and won’t be back until the morning of the 20th. I’m leaving this upcoming Saturday to spend a week out there with him to break up the time apart. We’re planning on doing lots of stereotypical tourist-y things in LA so if you have any ideas, be sure to let me know. I am particularly interested in a sushi restaurant out there. There have to be at least one or two Japanese people living in California.

And I’m still working on this damn tent. I am determined to finish it in time for Memorial Day weekend. I may spend the entire weekend sleeping in my brand new tent, but it will be done, done, DONE! has been a huge help and I may have to add a brass plaque inside it in her honor.