The Mean Hardware Store

I was hyper as an energizer bunny today. I fetched drinks, watched closely, and because there were only 1.5 people working today, it was easy, so I talked. And talked. And talked.

I talked so much, I was afraid I'd annoy J. I talked so much, my amount of embarrassing German mistakes spiked. The customers laughed. J. laughed. Sis laughed. I still can't keep 'fur' and 'skin' apart in German, so they concluded I must be an animal. I chose to be a turtle. Turtles are cute.

I also fiercely defended The Duck. It's a nail stamp no one ever picks, so I think it's lonely. So I offer it to clients who can't pick, but no one ever goes 'A duck? How refreshing! Yes, I'll take it!'. It's a cute duck, though. As soon as I've got gel nails, I'm putting it on there and adding seasonal details. Then I'm putting it on my gel nails every time thereafter until someone else adopts The Duck. Then, I'll adopt The Sheep, and so on. The plan is foolproof.

But I got to do new stuff. Like go to the bakery for J., help pick out nail stickers for clients, unwrap packages (even if it's not Christmas, I love unwrapping things) and then I got to replace the lamps in J.'s UV generating machines. One of the lamps had a gel spike on it and stabbed me, the meanie. 

I was so energized, I forgot to eat. By half past one, my blood sugar got so low, I excused myself to chug some soda and then slipped out and bought three euros worth of food at the bakery. At German pricing, that's lots of food. I scarfed it down in private in the kitchen, then returned, still buzzing like the busy little bee I am today.

I also got motivated to buy ingredients to make dog biscuits. Peanut butter dog treats, yum. Then, I'll use them to win over Leon, who likes treats. Brilliant, no?

But at the hardware store, they gave our dream of bug screens for windows a definite ding. The warm season is apparently over, despite the 25+ centigrade outside, so they no longer stock the screens. We can't buy them. Boyfriend said he'd look elsewhere, but in the meanwhile, we're still either stung or hot at night. Not fair.

Anyway, I should stop typing. We're going to a barbecue later. A geocaching barbecue, where I can have delicious sausages in a bun. With ketchup. How do I know this? Because it's a Bring-Your-Own-Stuff type of event, and we bought sausages, buns and condiments. Oh, and there shall be other geocachers, so probably good company. All I need to be happy is shade, and the evening shall be complete.

And then, tomorrow, I get up early and--I'll tell you tomorrow.