Something ASTOUNDING and UNHEARD OF has occurred, right here in Teetsville, today.
A while ago, as I was enjoying a disgusting yet satisfying episode of Dr. Phil, a knock sounded upon my door. Who on earth do you suppose it was???
A Bellsouth technician!!!!!!
Yes, yes I know. Hard to fathom. I mean, it is only Thursday and they told me I could expect it to be fixed no later (or sooner) than Saturday at 6 pm. That usually means I could really expect to get a dial tone at 5:59 pm Saturday at the earliest. I can't believe they actually came ahead of schedule. The technician said they were very far behind. I wonder if someone sensed that "So help me God I'm cancelling your service" tone in my voice.
I asked this guy what the problem was and he said lightening struck a pole near my house and fried the cable. I'm not sure I believe that, since this is a recurring problem. Maybe their cable is so old and tore back that one section after another is dying off, creating frequent outages.
Whatever! It works now. Thank goodness. I've been quite the little domestic goddess today. All manner of laundry chores, kitchen scrubbing, and floor mopping have been accomplished. I need to be hauling everything out of my bedroom. I'm getting new carpet in here.
I need Christopher Lowell in the worst way. I need him to come in here and create me some lovely and decorative storage solutions to make the most of the space in my home. I was thinking of having a carpenter come in and build me a bookshelf that starts on the wall just above my bed and continues to the ceiling or about 18 inches below the ceiling, leaving a queen size width bookshelf. Or not. Anyway, I could really use a book shelf in an area that isn't currently being used in any other way. The problem with that is that I am planning to buy a new bedroom suite and I might want a big headboard. I don't know. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!!!
I am so indecisive. It's almost like I'm a Libra or something... oh wait. I am a Libra.
I have this feeling of expectation today. My intuition is telling me something. And it is something good. I know this feeling. I am a happy girl. It's good to be happy. It helps with longevity you know. I could still get hit by a Mack truck while frolicking delightedly in the streets, but a good state of mind promotes good health.
I think I'm going to shave my head, get an orange sheet and a tamborine, and hit the airport. Or go to Books-A-Million.
I always have a dilemma about what to do with my free Thursday nights now that all my favorite TV shows have had their season enders.