There was freezing freaking rain last night. When we woke up the deck (and new stairs) were covered in a layer of wet ice. Tallulah fell ass over tea kettle down the stairs, and then wiped out and cracked her noggin on the way up. I think she's OK, but it was pretty scary for both of us. In an effort to avoid future injuries, I ran out at lunch and bought 15 yards of non-slip tape for the stairs.
Did I mention that I ended up buying the Tallulah Painting? I did, and I'm pretty happy about it, if somewhat stressed about the money. When I finally made up my mind and contacted the artist, she gave me a "collector's" discount and offered to let me set up a payment plan.
Tomorrow night I am stepping completely out of my comfort zone. I agreed to go with a friend and a group of her friends (none of whom I've met) to watch roller derby. Like that Drew Barrymore Movie. We're taking a party bus to the event, which is something that I'm really not looking forward to at all. So, why would I agree to do something that is so far out of my element, you'd ask? For a guy. My friend thought it would be fun to set us up, and from what I hear, he sounds very much like the kind of guy I'd like to meet. She's the one that wants to go to roller derby. Apparently this is outside of both his and my comfort zones, but she can be pretty convincing. Except, I was sure she said this was happening on the 20th, which was a Thursday. I was stressed out about the party bus part of things, and then having to get up at 5am the next day for work so I bowed out earlier in the week. By the time we figured out that we're actually going on a Saturday and not a Thursday, he made other plans; so now I have to go on this crazy night all for nothing. But, who knows? Maybe I'll be surprised and it'll be fun.
Backing the Booker
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