Sugared Harpy

It’s time for another small break around here.

Enjoy the silence, yo.

I wrote a post regarding some issues of late and then I chose not publish.

And..gone.

Daniel, brushing his teeth:

“I think I’m going to stop terrorizing everyone, maybe starting tomorrow.”

Updated: He has NOT.

Who the hell says, “heighth”?

And why do these people want to kill me?

In the process of moving out, I made the decision to leave a lot of stuff and get new stuff for my house. I think I did this partly to preserve that home for the kids, partly to calm Mike, and partly to start fresh here.

Why no, I don’t think that was the wisest economic choice. But it was soul-preserving in some ways and calm is precious to me right now.

During the acquisition stage, I became a Craigslist ROCKSTAR.

Set of three lamps, one floor and two table, all matchy and pretty?
$35 on Craigslist

Washing machine?
$40 on Craigslist

Kitchen table?
$30 on Craigslist
(Full disclosure: I did buy four new chairs because girl tried to paint the originals and oh dear lord that was bad. And I was tired of painting. And tired.)

Queen size mattress, box springs, frame, and headboard?
$55 on Craigslist

Full size mattress, box springs, frame, and headboard?
FREE on Craigslist

And?

The HOUSE?
Craigslist

I also spent an assload at Target.

I basically took from our shared house about half the towels, a CAT, some spices in teeny tupperware containers, four whole other pieces of tupperware, a set of four dishes and silverware, six glasses, and maybe three or four cooking pots and pans.

I left pillows, ya’ll.

But I wanted my motherfucking couch. It’s the one piece of furniture, the one thing in that house that I loved and had to take with me. It’s gorgeous. It’s not expensive or anything special, but I loved it. It was my perfect couch, comfy, pretty, with sexy curves. I loved it.

I tried to get it last night and you know what?

That curvy bitch would not fit through the door.

Mike and his brother got it IN the house at one point. But Mike and I could not get it OUT of the house to save our lives. Without a chainsaw shredding its pretty self to pieces, that thing was staying put.

I CRIED.

I cried about a couch.

I didn’t sob or anything too dramatic, but I cried a bit. Oh yes, I did.

I cried about it in my old living room, I cried about it when I saw that the couches I liked on Craigslist were $400, I cried when I decided to go to the furniture stores to see just how much a stupid couch goes for anyway.

I found one. Mike and I shared the cost of a new sofa for me.

Did you know furniture shopping makes you fucking tired? And cranky? Yes! It does!

New Couch is a soft brunette, microfiber lovey and I shall adore her.* But I don’t know if I’ll ever cry over her.

*
What? You people want pictures of things? Tough. I uh, didn’t take the digital camera with me…

Omfg, I love my cat.

Here’s here at the house with me.

FINALLY.

(So glad you stopped by today, aren’t you?)

I loved watching the ball drop in New York’s Time Square last night. Yes, it was 11:00pm here and I was sitting on the living room floor watching it on tv with two friends, but it was nice.

What? I don’t have the sofa here yet. But I have pillows stolen from the bed arranged there, it’s just the same, I swear!

In the after-drop interviews, the reporter kept asking a bunch of dud questions.

Q: What are your New Year’s Resolutions?
A: None!

Repeat seven times.

Q: Did you guys just get engaged tonight?
A: Uh, no. (Sometimes the look of shock was entertaining.)

Repeat seven times.

Q: What do you hope for in 2007?
A: PEEAAAACCEEEEE or some lame version of that.

Repeat six times. Until you get to this guy:

Q: What do you hope for in 2007?
A: Peace, happiness, and LOTS OF LOTION!!

Cue stunned parter at his side, looking like she just swallowed a goat.