Someone had a worse Monday than me...

First, a progress report - then a story.

Progress has been slow with me taking it easy on the back, but we're moving forward. Ken has made excellent progress patching & fixing up the plaster in the hall, which was half in perfect shape, half in terrible shape. So we used our technique (from the Nash book, see booklist to the right) that we posted here to go from this:

to this:

And the walls are just about done. Some ceiling patching to do, just a bit of final sanding/filling on the trim (yes, the paint stripping is OVER! officially!), and then on to paint & stain. That's the home stretch.

So, what's the story? Well, today is Monday, and what a Monday it was. You know, one of those days when people call every time you step out of the office, when red tape for a tiny task turns into a huge process, and when you find out you do indeed have to work next week when you wanted to take a vacation.

BUT, our Monday blues were probably nothing compared to the woman we saw in the grocery store today. As usual, Ken scoped all the lines to see which one looked like the quickest checkout while I waited in a fairly short line, so we would be assured a quick checkout. He motioned to come over to his line, and when I got there, he was turned backwards to the checkout person, and was barely keeping in a laugh. I looked to see what was up, and there it was...the person in front of us (a woman wearing 'Rex-Kwan-Do' style pants and a puffy satin jacket - had loaded up on the conveyor the following items:

• A 30-pack of Busch Light cans
• A plush, red pillow shaped like lips (a-la the Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers album cover) that said "Love Stinks" in embroidery across the front (try pulling THAT off in a bungalow!)
• And she was waiting for the manager to get her 2 packs of Marlboro 100s.

Classic. What a grocery order (and image). We cracked up the whole time. I think she probably had a crappier day than us. As we watched her load her treasure into the trunk of a cab out front (face piercings glinting in the sun), suddenly Monday was over.

PS, some incredibly tacky chairs just came on the the Antiques Roadshow - is anybody seeing these chairs made out of steer horns & hide? Umm, wow! OK, who's going to be the first to tell me not to mess with Texas?

Happy Tuesday!