Tuesday Tidbits

We were standing in line at the dollar store today when I noticed they sell pregnancy tests. At the dollar store. For a dollar! Wait, how much was that again? As Joe kept saying over and over after picking up every damn item in the damn store just to annoy me – “a dollar!” I don’t know, but I wouldn’t trust a pregnancy test from the dollar store. I bet it’s like an eight ball. You just hold it up and ask, “Am I pregnant?” The answer? “All signs point to yes”. Because if you’re buying a pregnancy test from the dollar store, chances are you didn’t purchase birth control.

Holy crap, I just read about the new iPhone 3GS that comes out later this month. I guess being forced to wait for my T-Mobile contract to expire has been a blessing in disguise. The 16GB 3GS is going to cost as much as what I would have paid for the 8GB 3G. Sure, I could still get the 8GB 3G since they are lowering the price, but where is the fun in that? Just a little under a month and the new iPhone will be mine.

Cut Off

Yesterday evening we took the Ford Escape to rent a movie and grab dinner. As we were pulling out of the garage, Joe mused on when our free Sirius satellite service would be disconnected as it marked the one year anniversary of purchasing the vehicle and we hadn’t opted to keep the service after the free period.

We got our answer a little later on the way to the restaurant when in the middle of a song the service stopped and a message popped up on the screen to call Sirius to reestablish it. The time? 6:38 pm, which I would say is about the same exact time a year ago we signed the paperwork and took the Escape home. I guess Sirius doesn’t mess around. “No satellite radio for you!”

Earthquake

I woke up this morning at 4:40 am with a start and attempted to swat Joe because the bed was swaying and it was annoying me. Except Joe wasn’t in bed; he was still downstairs from having stayed up most of the night playing games and watching tv (he has the day off from work today). I laid really still thinking maybe I somehow shook the bed, but it continued to move on it’s own accord. It was freaky.

So I jumped out of bed, met Joe on his way up the stairs (finally coming to bed), and asked him if he felt that. He had no idea what I was talking about, so I told him what happened. His response? “It was probably from a plane passing overhead”. Uh, I don’t think so, buddy. Planes pass overhead all the time and they don’t make the bed sway. So then he told me it was probably a train. Wrong again, bucko. There’s a difference between the rumbling we sometimes feel from the train and the bed moving back and forth as if something was underneath it. By this point he was exasperated with me because he just wanted to go to sleep so he told me I must have been dreaming. Grrr! I gave up and got ready for work.

The second I got to work someone asked me if I felt the earthquake. I was like, “Thank you! I knew I wasn’t nuts!” I immediately called Joe (and woke him up, muhaha) to gloat. Don’t ever insinuate I’m crazy, hon! I know when something isn’t right. And what an odd feeling that was. I can’t imagine how a big earthquake would feel. I hope to never find out.

Vinyl

My husband loves getting magazines and often finds subscriptions for free. Nearly every month there’s a new one arriving at our house.

A month ago Nylon started arriving. I questioned this decision since I’m not into fashion and he told me he thought it was a music mag.

“Records are made from vinyl, not nylon” I informed him and then we laughed our asses off for a few minutes.

We are great fodder for one another’s amusement.