Shark Poo And Other Randomness
The unbpacking and arranging is winding down as pretty much everything is in its place. A few pictures to hang and some painting and carpet cleaning being done Sunday and we will be set. We even have our bed in place which is kind of a funny story. Our bed is queen size, no pun intended, and we could not get it up the stairs. Our house besides being a mighty mighty fine house, is also very old. I guess back in the day people were smaller or liked to sleep like sardines. Anyway, we could not get the box spring up the stairs. We tried and tried and it would just not go. The ceiling was too low and the walls too narrow. So we gave up, put the mattress on the floor, and put the rest of the bed outside to put out for trash pickup. Then alison and Paul stopped by with their cookies. We told them our bed woes and Paul refused to believe it could not be done. So at his insistence we grabbed the bed and he pushed, pulled, grunted, and by some miracle and brute strength got our bed up the stairs and into our bedroom only sacrificing a little wall plaster.
Tonight me, Jeff, Alison, and Paul went to see Indiana Jones. I liked it. It's what I expected knowing it was never going to be like to originals. After the flick we belatedly celebrated mine and Pauls birthdays. One of my presents was Shark Poo. I'm not sure how they get them to go into little bags.
