For starters, I woke up at eight, realised Boyfriend hadn't gone to bed until five (he'd woken me from a deliciously warm sleep) and decided two more hours couldn't hurt. At ten, I woke up again, looked at my watch and got sucked back under by sweet, sweet slumber. At twelve, Boyfriend got up, woke me up and left me to make my way out of bed, which took me an hour. Then we checked the internet.
Yes, I know. At least we remembered to call for an appointment Boyfriend needed and for my package. The guy on the other end of the phone agreed something had gone very, very wrong and promised to look into it and call back. So far, he hasn't.
At a bit past two, J. came by with a letter for me, proving that my mail could most definitely arrive somewhere in my vicinity. In it, I got a loud and clear MAYBE from HUK Coburg, so there's a ray of hope shining through the clouds on the job front.
She had more news. Mousy died this morning. I clumsily offered my condolences to her and Boyfriend, who was very upset. Too upset to keep playing video games. So we snuggled a bit and he was sad.
It was four by the time I convinced him sunshine might help. He argued, sure, he needed to send packages anyway. Also, he's interested in sewing machines. He'd seen one online and wanted to check it out in real life, too. There's a sewing machine store in town.
So we made packages and brought them to the post office near McDo. McDo sucked us in with its wily charms and current offer of a miniature Big Mac for a semi-reasonable price. We nommed. Boyfriend started to feel better.
We took the least stressful road down to town and made our way to the sewing machine store. The offer was a Janome JR 1012 for 219 euros. Twice as much as Boyfriend's price range, but it looked like a good machine for beginners and average sewing needs. We asked if it'd be suitable for plushie making, and the lady in the store looked dubious. The machine Boyfriend had his eye on online was a similar model with excellent reviews, but it lacked the Janome name, so it's cheaper, but I trust it less. Give me a brand name, when it comes to expensive (or even cheap) pieces of household machinery. Give me something I can mention to a (grand)mother without having to mumble.
Anyway, if we came back this weekend, we could try out the machine, if we were interested. Boyfriend was definitely cheering up, as he wanted to make a detour to the toy store. He had a project concerning a tiny piggy bank in mind. We already have a tiny piggy bank, but he's painting Emma "30 Cents" Piggleston over my dead body. We bought a blue one on which he can do all the piggybank surgery he likes, found an insanely priced down Monopoly set and fell in love all over with a hand puppet we'd seen last month. If you've got a name for the most adorable cow hand puppet in the world, leave your suggestions in the comments.
I wanted to go hunting for a wastebasket for the bedroom in Kaufhof, but decided
Everything was going great, until a bunch of antisocial brats decided to harass an old man in the street. Boyfriend talked to make sure he was all right. The man was, barring the fact that his shopping was covered in the bubble tea the kids had exploded when kicking his bag. Boyfriend's mood plummeted.
We went to Kaufhof, where Boyfriend's mood darkened even more when I pointed out he needed a bicycle bell. Or, more like, he mentioned he didn't have one, I mentioned it made his bicycle illegal, he'd looked at the ones costing 20 euros the last time we were there and he grumbled at spending that much on a stupid piece of metal. He double-checked his bike and came back with the news that he definitely did not have a bell and how much was this going to cost?
The cheapest model they had was three euro fifty. Boyfriend was slightly mollified. Then we discovered more expensive models which had been priced down to two ninety five. He bought one with a deliriously happy mountain on it and we went upstairs, as we still hadn't found a wastebasket.
Upstairs, there were pony models. As usual, those cheered Boyfriend up a bit. The fact that I got two and he only one didn't change that. Wastebaskets costing over twenty euros brought me down a bit, but then I found kitchen had towels for under two euros a pop. They're not my dream color, but then again, they're cheap kitchen towels, so who cares? They even fit our general color scheme of red and orange in the living room kitchen combo.
In the supermarket, we went cheer-Boyfriend-up-crazy. We bought muffins and pesto and chocolate sauce and cherry jelly and schnitzels shaped like dinosaurs. Oh, and bacon. Not only because Boyfriend loves it, but because we want to make my famous carrot-potato-mash sometime this week, and it requires an ample sprinkling of fried bacon bits.
The original plan was to get home and make the mash, but at this point we were too lazy for any real cooking, so we decided on pasta pesto 'later'. Boyfriend received some salad from his dad, who'd bought too much, and made himself a man-sized starter with some instant salad dressing he had lying around while I looked at puppies and dogs looking for a new home. We squealed and awwed. I still have about five tabs open with dogs I'd love to give a home. Somebody stop me.
I thought I had at least partially succeeded in my cheer Boyfriend up mission, until some of the dressing got spilt on his shirt. It was a relatively new shirt, and I thought he loved it, so I chucked it in the washing machine with extra water in an attempt to save the T-shirt. It announced two hours of water usage, and Boyfriend frowned at the waste of it.
So today was a bit sad. Maybe muffins will help?
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