how I spent my weekend
Geez. I knew I should have married one of those Chippendales guys while I had the chance. Much less ironing.
Half-finished piñata for a little friend's birthday party on Thursday. He'll be 4. Every 4-year-old needs a piñata.
In preparation for the renovations, Mr. M painted the radiator in the kitchen, almost killing me in the process with the fumes. Radiator paint is some nasty, nasty stuff.
(I think I'm now in the running for the 2007 Three Most Boring Blog Pictures in a Row Award)
Want more excitement? Well, part-time lumberjack and full-time husband had to go over to the neighbours' to cut down a tree that had been leaning at an unnatural angle ever since the storm on Thurdsay. Have chain saw, will travel. Another small storm, Lancelot, blew in yesterday, but was nowhere near as strong as Kyrill. It's gotten much, much colder though, and we may just get some snow after all.
And how about some small town intrigue? Amateur detectives were busy over the weekend trying to figure out The Mystery of the Disappearing Dullsville Post Office.
Unsuspecting Deutsche Post customers strolled on down to the local post office (located in a gift shop and run by the gift shop owner) on Friday only to find it locked up tight with a sign on the door saying they were closed 4-EVER. No advance notice, no nothin'. Boy were people mad.
In the newspaper on Saturday a Deutsche Post representative offered nothing more than a "We were forced to terminate the contract with the store owner". Said owner, a woman who has consistenly come in dead last in the Miss Congeniality Contest over the past 10 years or so, was not available for comment. Oooh, this should be good. Heads are going to roll for sure.
Aside from being very annoying, it's also a major inconvenience for those who don't own a car and can't get to the post office in a neighbouring town. Not to mention the customers who use the Post Bank, the bank operated by the Deutsche Post.
I really want to know what's going on. Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?