I'm not sure.
Another full day of "arranging" and "hanging." Michael was home today and THIS is why he asked I wait and let him do our room.....Our room is NOT done.
Hanging pictures for Michael involves stud finders, tape measures, tacks, string and levels..... While he was so occupied, to
He KNOWS sending me to Lowes is like me asking him to go to Bed, Bath and Beyond and pick up a specific item. It strikes terror into my heart. It takes me HOURS and I ALWAYS come back with the wrong item. However, it was our chance to get out of the house...so the girls and I headed to Lowes and Sam's with Michael's lists.
I still don't feel comfortable driving the van - or driving at American speeds. I comforted myself by saying over and over, "If I can drive in Tokyo, I can drive in CA." We were on the top of a narrow bridge (and those who remember where I was during the earthquake may remember I really don't like driving on high bridges any longer), when it HIT me. I turned to Arielle and said, "Arielle, I NEVER DROVE in TOKYO! I took the subway." ::snort::
She laughed and said, "I wondered about that."
I was excited to discover a shortcut to Sam's....20 min going and 12 min coming home.....it has been 25 min. I'm not sure why the time difference.
I found everything at Lowes AND discovered old men like to give me their names and addresses in CA. He promised to come right to my home and help me with these repairs. I really DID look clueless. He also told me he built an airplane from a kit....that did sound intriguing...but...you know...I have the Boyfriend at home.
Next was Sam's. Lord HELP ME! Arielle proudly commented, as we left the store, that I lasted much longer this time before the stress of over-stimulation and uber-choices sent me scrambling for the peace of the van. I grabbed a mattress we needed for Stacia and slid it to the front of the store....I didn't have to look at anyone or see anything. I'm pretty sure the flirting at the check out, the wild bench pressing of said mattress and talk of salaries had little to do with me...and much to do with Arielle. ::gasp::
Back at home Stacia was THRILLED beyond measure with her "American Futon." This is a girl who likes all the wrinkles to be out of her bed.
Her room mate likes to make a nest that's "all snuggly."
That hardware I was sent out for? I got the wrong thing...and my man friend INSISTED it was the right hardware. ::sigh::
We're trying to be "DONE" before labor day so we can play.
Living all of life before the face of God...