Woe
In which I drain my savings account
Back in December, a natural gas leak was discovered in the crawl space beneath my house. The inspector from Xcel told me that it wasn’t urgent, and that I could have it repaired at my leisure (pronounced “lehh-zhure” in my mind). So this past Friday, I finally had someone come take a look. He shut…
The sky is falling, and other tales of woe
Ever had one of those weeks? Last Monday and Tuesday, I got four parking tickets in 24 hours. My license plates had expired at the end of March (news to me!), and before I could find an opening in my work schedule to hit the DMV, Denver’s parking patrol graced me. Four times. I have…
Yard work
I’m discovering that I’m no DIY-er – which is unfortunate, given that I’m also not made of money. When I first moved into the Shotgun, I painted a few walls – the first and last act of home improvement to be performed by my own hand. The slop-job of color application has bothered me every…
Let it go
This weekend, something that I wanted to work out didn’t work out, leaving me sad and disappointed. Then my bike seat broke. Then I tried to fix my bathtub drain, but realized I don’t have the right tools. Then several people told me, in various ways, that a dream that I’ve been working toward is…
SWF seeks That Person
The moment I opened the door, I knew. The air was different. I just knew. Throwing my purse and lunch bag to the couch, I made a beeline for her kennel, calling her name as I went. “Foxy? Foxy, are you okay?” I was sure of what I would find when I got to her,…
Have I mentioned my state of physical woe?
Last Thursday morning, I was in a car accident. Don’t worry – the Honda’s fine – or, at least she will be after the other guy’s insurance pays for a new $750 bumper. Do you know what this means? I am losing my bumper stickers. All of them. No more “FRESH BEER.” No more “VIVA…
I AM ONE GIANT STRESS BALL.
I am flying to Nashville tonight, and am the world’s worst packer. No, really. War is to mankind as Annie is to packing. I ruin everything. I pack too little, or too much, or all the wrong shoes. Speaking of shoes, I bought a yellow dress to wear to Brook & Cara’s wedding this weekend,…
Oh, for the LUV
I’ll just cut to the chase: Southwest Airlines lost my luggage this weekend. [insert me telling you how this sent me for a minor emotional tailspin, and how I was sick as a dog, and almost broke down and gave up, but soldiered on – for the children, really, and for America] Flying from Nashville…
Couches and men
You’re dying to know about the Great Sofa Hunt. Here’s the thing: I wish that I could be content with just any couch. But if there is one word to describe Annie Parsons, it is “particular” – just ask my poor parents who have watched me for 1 score and 7 years (often with much…
Musicless
I am spoiled, and I am the first to admit it. Why, you ask? Well, among many other reasons, I have two identical black Macbooks – one personal, and one for work. Let’s be real: that is just ridiculous. More than anyone could ever ask for. But last week, my personal Macbook went kaput. It’s…