This and That

This pretty much explains my life philosophy.

We cranked the radio up rather obnoxiously, and opened the sun roof. We felt entitled, being radio-less for more than a year.

Today, was a Sunday, and a designated Aimee-vacation day. Since I was not feeling well, I stayed in bed until almost noon. This is something that has happened exactly like three times in the past 15 years. And one of those days might have been when I had malaria. After tearing myself out of bed, I decided that we finally needed to get a radio installed in our car. Or else lease a new car. A new radio was way cheaper, so we went to Circuit City. I picked out a handsome Sony model, with Sirius radio and then the guys went to work installing it. Three hours later, they determined that the Sirius receiver was faulty, and that was the last one. They tried to convince to buy a different radio, but I refused, because the Pioneer radios were not a nice looking. A nice looking radio is very important. So I left with only part of a radio — I have AM/FM, but have to wait until Thursday for the Sirius part to be installed. A bummer that I have to wait until Friday to listen to channel 43 Backspin in the car, but at least I now have some sort of sound, other than my own agitated breathing to listen to when the traffic backs up for two straight hours on Route 287. It was so bad that a few times I had to listen, on speakerphone, to an audio book that I have uploaded to my Treo for these sorts of emergencies.

Since the car radio was not a fully done deal, I decided to rent a Rug Doctor® from the Eckerd Drugs on Court Street, hoping to actually check something off my list of long term stuff to get done in the next ten years of my life. Which was, steam clean our living room rug.

We wrestled the Rug Doctor® home, filled it up with special $20 Rug Doctor® solution, and plugged it in. It made a very scary noise, and Kenny immediately umplugged it. So we turned the button to off, plugged it back in, and turned it on. It made another scary noise, sparked a bit, and then died. Um, fuck.

So Kenny called the people at Rug Doctor who told him to return it back to the store. As you can imagine, this put us both into a collectively crabby mood. We drove back to the drug store and got our money refunded, and the manager of the store told me bluntly to just go and buy one from Target; that is what she did. She got a Dirt Devil. Well, we went to Target and bought a Bissel Mini Green or something like that — the Dirt Devils were all sold out. I got sneaky and eyeing the massively long line snaking through the store, decided to pick up a prescription I had waiting at the pharmacy, and took along my steam cleaner and its special steam cleaning solution. There was no line at the pharmacy, and we were in and out of Target in less than 8 minutes. Frankly, this is an Olympic record for actually purchasing something there.

To make a long story short, after crawling around the rug for an hour, steam cleaning it with our miniature wet vac, the living room rug is back to its orginal color of cream; instead of dirt-colored beige. So yay! I can check that off the list.

What a long freaking day.