I can't really express how tickled I am that finally this year we are not getting clobbered by snowstorm after snowstorm. Even the good side of getting a snowstorm, having a free "snowday", doesn't happen up here. Everybody works no matter what. I think in the ten years I've been here, they've only suggested working from home once. That was the day I saw people cross country skiing in the streets because the buses stopped coming. They didn't cancel service but all the buses got stuck until they could be dug out. Of course getting dug out here is pretty easy since they've had thousands of rehearsals. Since we came home from Hawaii three weeks ago, we've had maybe two inches of snow. I think this will end up being the sunniest February ever too. Love it. I also love the squealing by those getting clobbered down south. I know gloating isn't nice, but gloating and chortling I am. It's an act of gratitude, really.
Serge and I went out shopping on Sunday for phones for the house. Our old ones are acting up and he wanted a new set. So he bought a set at Costco but when he set them up, the answering machine portion of the ensemble didn't work. He called the help line and they troubleshot (shooted?) but couldn't solve the problem. So he went back and exchanged it for another set and of course, the exact same problem happened. It seemed most likely a programming problem. It would play the outgoing message partially and then stop and hang up. Weird. Anyway, after two tries and trips over to Costco, he decided to buy elsewhere. So I took him out. We checked Walmart first because they are a good gauge of good prices. We don't want to BUY there though. We checked the Source (Radio Shack), La Baie, Zellers, and Bureau en Gros (Staples) which is where he finally found the item he wanted at a good price. I felt like I was tutoring, but don't tell him that.
During the shopping excursion, my pants split open in the back. They've been getting tighter and tighter but you can only blame shrinkage for so long. No, it's time to own up to the new blubber butt. So of course we had to shop for some pants. Well, we didn't HAVE to, I mean, I was wearing opaque long underwear, so there was no skin, nor nasty hair business showing. But what better excuse for buying pants than when you split them open? So I bought pretty much the same make and model and the same size. I should have bought a size up probably, but my fragile ego is not ready for that yet.
When we got home we both cut each other's hair. See Serge has been bugging for a long while now about needing hair clippers. I know that hair clippers are a sucker buy, I mean really, how often are you going to use them. Well, when he bought the telephones at Costco, he also came home with the deluxe hair clipping set. Oh you should have seen how I rolled my eyes when he showed me that. Still, I figure we deserved to get some return on this wasteful expenditure. The kit even came with a (can't think of word) giant bib item to protect you from falling hairs. So we played barber and cleaned each other up. I figure we made half of the price back already. Happy hump day peeps.