Ugh, the keyboard of my laptop is so cold that I don’t want to touch it! But I have to write my blog entry, so I’m doing it anyway T-T
As you can see in today’s photo, David assembled my birds-on-a-wire photo display for me. The odd thing was that we were missing an adhesive for the last bird, so that one isn’t on the wall. Oh, and sorry for the cluttered desk, I honestly haven’t sat there for some time now since I’m spoiled and have two to choose from. This desk was built into the apartment’s floor plan, and I already had a computer desk, but David didn’t want this little nook so I took it over instead. Anyway, I think my photo display turned out really cute.
Now that I’ve explained this picture, it’s time for me to share my horrible experience NOT getting popcorn at Target this evening. We had gone to buy David’s brother-in-law a birthday card (more on this later), but when I went to go buy myself a bag of popcorn… THERE WAS NO ONE AT THE COUNTER. I waited, and I waited, and I paced and made impatient sighing noises, but other Target employees who were passing by would just breeze on past me without even asking if I needed anything! What does a girl have to do for a bag of $1.25 popcorn??? I mean, come on! Cashiers were standing idly at their registers, the store security was chatting with probably one of the supervisors up at the front, and I am pretty sure at least several of these people saw me waiting to be noticed. I could hear sounds coming from the back, indicating that work was indeed being done — just not the work involving SERVING CUSTOMERS. It was only around 7:30, they weren’t closed yet and all their lights were still on with food still on display. What the heck! After getting fed up with waiting and no one caring, I left. I’ve noticed that this happens a lot at the Target near our house. I often see the counter unsupervised whenever I glance over, which annoys me because if you’re going to work on something in the back, you guys should at least try to check every once in a while if anyone is waiting. Inferior customer service makes me mad.
And also, for the fourth time in a row, I did not get to have popcorn at Target! Foiled again! How unlucky. The universe strives to give me an intervention for my popcorn habit. Next they’re going to take away peanut butter, my Nook, Sims 3, amazon.com, and the solitaire app on my phone. Don’t think I haven’t figured out your plan, Universe!!!! *shakes fist, cries about popcorn*
Oh, and here’s the final blow for the night: apparently my husband doesn’t know how to spell my name!!!!!! No, don’t attempt to punish him for this heinous crime; I already threw the card, gift card, envelope and pen at him when I read what he’d written inside and realized he’d signed it, “Poala and David.” REALLY, DAVID?? No popcorn, AND I married someone who loses the ability to spell my name correctly when stricken with drowsiness. You should be able to spell Paola with an O even in your sleep! Readers, note where he was going to write, “To be fair, I was very tired,” but wrote, “I am not allowed to write an excuse,” instead because I was about to write on his eyeball with a fine tip Sharpie. And I know you read this, David I-can’t-spell-my own-wife’s-name Lancaster, so see below where I have recorded this for posterity. In the future, I will be able to point to that horrendous day when popcorn was withheld from me and you forgot how to spell my name. Which does NOT rhyme with Koala OR Crayola!!!!! (And yes, we still mailed this card to Josh.)
…And if you comment with, “To be fair, I was very tired,” I will hide all your shoes and mismatch all your socks, then hide your favorite underwear so that all you’re left with are the sucky ones you try to avoid. And, I’ll wait until you’ve gone to sleep, tiptoe downstairs to your precious car, and leave a nice well-defined hand print on the driver’s side window for you to wake up to in the morning. DON’T THINK I WON’T DO IT.














PAOLA: 24, a night owl, devourer of books, compulsive buyer of stationery, writes & instead of and, engaged in an endless campaign against misspelled words, a highly unreliable writer, survivor of a blizzard wedding, owner of a demented terrier... 



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