One or Two or Maybe Seven Things

Well, it's Friday my friends, and I have been completely blinded by a beautiful sunrise happening oh so conveniently right behind my computer screen.

Weegie has strategically corralled all the squirrels over in the neighbors yard, and I have just enjoyed another awesomely tangy container of Fage Greek Yogurt with Strawberry Goji.

We are, as usual, living large.

I think it's only appropriate that Friday serve as a "wrap-up" day, and although as The Chief would say "Lu, to wrap anything up, you need to have started something in the first place..."

I'm taking a shot.


1.  Last night I started reading this:

And I had a hard time putting it down to go to bed.

I have no intention of starting any kind of official book club or anything. I mean a Book Club, I believe, might infer that the leader of such organization had some kind of literary knowledge, and I daresay that is not the case here.  It would probably also infer that there others interested in also reading the book, which I certainly can't presume...

So.  Here's my big announcement.

I started reading this book, and if anyone wants to get themselves a copy and read it too, and maybe at the end of March kind of have a discussion about it, well that would be nifty.

But if no one wants to, and I'm the Lone Ranger here, well, that's OK too, because I'm pretty adept at just having a discussion with myself, as I'm sure you've already guessed.

As a matter of fact, one of The Chief's greatest pleasures is observing me in a deep, self-discussion.

I DO try to keep the man entertained.


But the book does look to be a good one.
Lot's of action and intrigue and maybe a good lesson here and there along the way. I am always excited about anything that allows me to pretend I'm a member of some sort of group like NCIS,  you know, simply for the highly strategic investigative things involved, and well, being with Agents Anthony DiNozzo and Leroy Jethro Gibbs would just be a bonus, and well, that's all I have to say about that.

So buy the book and let me know if you're reading it too!

(And just a disclaimer - it has nothing whatsoever to do with NCIS, I just kind of ramble at times)



2.  Me and the mattress people.  We are on the outs.

I mean, I've never actually spoken to anyone there, but The Chief and I dismantled the bed, took all sorts of professional looking photos and submitted those with the warranty claim, and yesterday I got a message which said basically,

"Thank you for the two thousand photos of your bed. They are lovely.  What we actually need, however,  is just one which shows a ruler of some sort indicating that there is, in fact, an indentation of at least 1 1/2 inches in the mattress."

My reply will be something akin to "Thank you so much for your delightful and informative response.  It would have been ever so helpful for you to provide this information in the original instructions."

"I am currently your biggest fan."

My wrath.  It is formidable.




3.  And finally,  I bought these a few days ago

And I'm on the verge of returning them.

I mean, I really like them, and they would go great with jeans and they're really kind of "me", well, in a footwear-type way at least.

But I need some help in the fashion department:  OH MY AT THE UNDERSTATEMENT.

So feel free to shout out your opinion on the shoes.

And I should probably just mention that if I do end up returning them, I will probably need someone to accompany me for moral support because whenever I return something I feel this overwhelming need to apologize profusely and to provide written verification that the item was never, ever, actually worn (other than being tried on 42 times with "immaculately clean feet" in my closet with freshly vacuumed carpet...) and that I am SO SO sorry that I wasted the salesperson's time in the first place by purchasing them and OH PLEASE TELL ME HE WILL STILL GET THE COMMISSION FROM THE ORIGINAL TRANSACTION!

So, if you would be willing to help out with that whole ordeal, I'll be taking applications.


Now, I feel that you probably need some type of break, so I'll sign off.

Oh, and apparently the number I was shooting for was 3.

Three things.

Lu


P.S.  If anyone mentions to The Chief that I put a picture of my recently purchased shoes (which, OF COURSE, he knows about) on the internet and asked people's opinion of them, I will deny it to my dying day and be really, really, well, just exasperated with you.

Thank You.