We’re cabbaging it up!

So… today. Yes. It was a day. Did you know that? I didn’t. But then I’m rather thick sometimes. Thick as is… not too bright, not thick as in thick like cream. Cream is not nice. I do not like cream. And by not too bright I did not mean I am a lightbulb.

Did I mention that I got whacked in the head the other day? At the laundromat. I can’t check to see if I mentioned it here (I know I did in a survey but… that’s not here) because nothing is loading. So why am I writing this in the proper window with my socks to the left? Because anywhere else and it just…. words don’t happen. Not that they really happen here, but you know what I mean. Hopefully.

So yes, my head. Stood up after filling one of the bottom dryers at the laundromat and WHACKED the back of the top part of my skull on the open door above. I think it is a good thing it was also our dryer, because then no one else had to feel bad. Just me, for assuming Jake had already shut the door.

Brushing my hair last night, I told Jake my head felt tender. He thinks that means I am a cabbage head. I wish I could remember the other cabbage-related comments from last night. They obviously weren’t that great. There was just a lot of mentioning of cabbage. Which is amusing. I am glad I did not smell the cabbage today. Mondays are corned-beef-and-cabbage days at the restaurant downstairs, so I am fond of saying "I don’t like Mondays, they smell like cabbage" ….only today I did not smell it. Maybe my head really is cabbage now, and so I didn’t smell the cooking cabbage because… I was already smelling my own head?

See, now this is the sort of weird rambly writing I miss from me. I remember my old entries being this most of the time. They weren’t, but as memories the boring entries are missing and so it is only good funny random weird stuff that would sometimes use up all the characters available for an entry (back when it was WAY less than it is now)

This morning we got an electric bill. Our first. Considering we have been living here for a year and a half… yeah. Thankfully it is only a bill for 6 months. And we have to pay it to the landlord, so it is not massively urgent or the power will get shut off. And I don’t know if it is a big bill or a small one or a reasonably sized one… but it is kinda yikes. I had to grab money out of my bank account to throw in Jake’s account which is the account that can have checks written from it so we can pay it. I love my bank account. It bought our bed and our car and still has a little bit left in it… and it is all money we got as wedding presents (and possibly some housewarming too). Absolute worldly score there.

Earlier this year, on the anniversary of our moving in here actually, a guy from the electric company came to the door threatening to turn the power off, looking for someone by a name I had never heard. I sent him downstairs, he talked to Russ-The-Landlord, and when Jake came up from work I found out the guy who used to live here never told them to stop charging him for the electric. Seems they changed it to Russ’ name and now… today… after almost an hour on hold (which started out great, the first song on the hold music was Human Nature by Michael Jackson… AWESOME, even if it was the elevator version) I think it is in my name. I feel lucky that we basically got a year of free power, but still… yay another bill we have to pay now.

Dinner tonight… we are really getting down the weird scraps of leftovers. Jake had mashed potato and ham that he covered in sweet potato soup. I just had the soup. And a slice of stuffing loaf that I crisped up in the oven, alongside some slices of apple. Mmm…. apple slices all warm and yummy.

I really need to write up some lists. They are in my head, but that’s not a safe place to keep things. Especially if it is cabbage now.

I feel like this entry is so long that it needs a picture. But the only recent picture I can find on photobucket that I haven’t posted is this one…

…and I feel like this is a bit weird. There is something about it that confuses me. I think it is my belt. I am massively slouched, I do not wear my pants right up under my boobs. And I do believe there is a knife in the hand that is not holding a camera?? There was a reason this hadn’t been posted yet.

Don’t you just love the faux-brick walls? Russ was so proud of himself when he showed me that. This is our ‘back room’ that just holds a bunch of random stuff. Like loose mirrors, and weird chairs.