Solutions

Last night I purchased many many many inexpensive solutions for small space living. At IKEA! It was pretty awesome. I went with J, as per usual. When we got there (after much Boston traffic - so much that I'd completely forgotten why we were in the car in the first place) we each had a hot dog, some chips and soda. This set me back $2, so I know the food was quality.

The picture above is of herbes de provence, pepper, and salt in magnetic containers that stick to my fridge. I don't have a lot of shelf space, nor do I have that handy ridge on my stove for putting things like this to use while I cook. Have I mentioned that my kitchen is SUPERmini? I have? Oh, ok then.

This evening I plan to spend some time building most of the items I purchased with the help of the man (not that I need the help, but he likes to feel manly. I do like it when he helps attach things to studs in the wall, as I get nervous about this as a renter). I would have started building last night but I didn't get home until after nine and I didn't want to start anything then. I let the cats out and left most of the stuff in my car. The Man came over, we talked for a few minutes and then went to bed like two sleepy people. Though the cats were outside I still totally had trouble sleeping, for two reasons.

Reason the first: On FaceBook yesterday local people were posting about a woman who'd been assaulted (though she did manage to pepper-spray the guy and get away) pretty close to where I live. It's a place that I've always considered pretty safe, and this just served as a reminder that there's danger everywhere and people can hunt you wherever you are. Boo.

Reason the second: I swear to Jeebus that despite not seeing it, I heard the sounds of a crazy old creepy man dragging a plastic trash can up and down my street in front of my first floor apartment. Periodically he would throw poker chips intot he can. I know it sounds weird but that was EXACTLY what it sounded like. He may have had a hook. Or maybe an eye-patch. I'm not sure about those details. But I was CERTAIN that he was going to eat my cats and then break into my place and murder my Man and me.

Then at just before 4am my Man knocked over the water glass that was next to him.
CRASH!SPLASH!
Leslie: Oh, COME ON!
Man: Iiiiiiit'ssssss jusssss wate...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

And since he's incapable of waking up and I'm incapable of letting things go I got up to get rags (which I had to find because I had no idea where I'd put them - damn moving!) to sop up the watery mess. That's it. Nothing but sippy-cups for that Man from now on.

BUT! Today is Friday! And tonight on my way home I will get some freshly made muffulletas* and we will eat of their deliciousness and drink ice-cold white wine and assemble some motherfucking IKEA furniture. Then maybe snuggle and watch a movie.
Then tomorrow (early) morning, it's to the beach!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!


*Have you not had these? For shame! It's a sandwich on bread that's a lot like focaccia, with many deli meats and cheeses and OLIVE SALAD. Oh my it's delicious. They hail from New Orleans and that information alone should convince you to try one. Get thee hence to a deli that makes them!