ahh, it’s a friday night in. just me and the dvr, and patty. thursday night so many good shows are on, i’m surprised my dvr doesn’t break.

there is nothing better than having a hard time deciding which good show to watch first. i really should be vacuuming and cleaning my bathrooms instead of watching Archer though.

i have some guests coming this weekend from MA. the Ms are stopping by for probably their last visit ever since they are due to have a baby boy in May. Their newest family member Butters is coming too. we’ll see if patty tries to dominate him. :)

we’re going to eat dinosaur barbecue, and attend the CNY Brewfest at the fair with KW. KW and i went last year and it was great fun. that was the night we ran into the owners of shiftys and ended up at a lockdown there till about 4-5am.. gooood drunken times.

if i am not too hungover i hope to go to Rochester on sunday to see my babes… i haven’t seen teagy or zoe girl in a LONG time. so. i need to remember to hydrate tomorrow. ;)

when i moved in, batman and i installed at least 5 smoke detectors and one’s battery is going dead.. but it’s not dead enough to warrant a frequent, consistent chirp, so i can’t figure out which one it is that needs the new battery. it’s maddening. maybe i can put my guests to work this weekend and we can figure this out.

in a perfect world i will sleep till 10am tomorrow morning. i have not slept in late in my own bed in weeks.

last night i was at the local wegmans and had the rudest cashier ever. i have a pet peeve with some cashiers that will give you 13 bags for 12 items.. maybe its because of elderly customers, but i prefer ONE heavy bag to 13 light bags.. and now that i always bring my own bags, and since i was buying a small amount of stuff, i figured it would be no problem for “Angelo” to fit it all in one of my bags. i brought two, just in case… so i’m loading all my crap on the belt and as i’m placing the 12 pack of soda on the belt he shouts, “ugh, you don’t have to put that soda up there..” since it was pretty much up on the belt by the time he told me i left it there.. a minute later he grumbles, “you shouldn’t have put that on the belt”. like its a big deal? so i put it back in the bottom of my cart and pushed it up next to him. then he had to bend over and pick it up turn it all around to find the barcode. then he about half fills my bag and motions for me to give him the extra bag i had tucked under my arm. i was like, “it doesn’t all fit?” he incredulously asks me if i want him to put the apples on top of all the rest of the stuff (none of which was breakable or delicate) i said “yes”… he mumbles, “it’s your call, boss”… so rude. then he couldn’t make the barcode to scan on the bag of apples so he starts swearing.. then he painfully types the numbers in twice, because he can’t read them all… finally he has to call a manager over to read and type it in for him… urgh. i will never go through his line again. jerk.