This Friday, my chinchilla Yuma will be going to his new home. A lovely girl who is the girlfriend of one of Boyfrand's friends (yeah, stay with me) responded to a post I made on Facebook about taking him due to the whole moving thing. In order to make sure the little bastard is 200% good to go, I said I'd buy him a new cage, as his now is huge and needs pressure washing, and all the goodies to go with it. I had spotted one that I wanted at my local Ace Hardware a few months ago, and figured it would be gone by now, but stopped in yesterday to check. It was still there, however it had no price sticker. Upon further investigation- it also wasn't in the system so didn't ring up at all. Manager/owner/precious saint from heaven was called over and when he discovered the issue he said "How does $19.99 sound?" I honestly thought he was kidding, as the cage/set usually sells for $70.00-100.00. Yeah. Seriously? He then explains that he bought the two cages they had in stock from a store going out of business and it was fine. The other cage (smaller, no levels) had a sticker price of $65.00 and he was like "Yeah, you can have it for $19.99." Hold the fuck up...
Dear sir,
I love you. Seriously.
XO,
M
I thought I might cry right then and there, making poor Boyfrand yet again say "WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND CRYING?? I DON'T GET IT." for the 4th time this week, because seriously- yesterday had been SHITTASTIC until that point. Jobs are apparently non-existent in Cookeville, unless you want to serve people food which I: 1. am not suited for, and 2. would rather die before doing; and the job I applied for at the university which I am super qualified for and would be perfect for me still shows as 'in progress' on my little log-in page for job applications. I found out one of my good friends who currently works for the university applied for a position in April and STILL has yet to hear anything. So you have that, and knowing I am going to have to purchase a $70.00-100.00 cage before the weekend kinda freaked me out. I need to conserve as much scrilla as I can right now, but I also need to prepare to go... frustrating.
After the super awesome cage acquisition, I headed to WallyWorld to get tubs to pack my shit up in and upon returning home with said tubs, I loaded all the stuff I cleaned out from my closet to sell to a local second hand store. You know, one of those hip-type ones. Yeah. Modern day vernacular FTW. Anyway, I filled up three tubs and feel pretty damn good about that. Tub money (that's just funny right there) will go towards my Closet Room. Yes, proper noun. I get the storage/bedroom room in the house as my closet. That means the side and back wall will be lined with Closet Maid for my clothes, and we will put in my two dressers and desk/chair for school work. Best. Walk-in. Closet. Ever. Seriously. It's a little sad how stoked I am about Closet Room.
I definitely needed the smile/savings I achieved yesterday from the patron saint of bitchy girls, St. Ace. And I definitely need the funds I shall win at the second hand store today (you call it selling, I call it winning- tomato/tomato). And although I don't really need Closet Room, it will make me fucking happy. A happy Mariahbyrd is a nice Mariahbyrd and nice Mariahbyrd doesn't go batshit crazy for no reason so that in turn keeps Boyfrand happy. See? I CAN MATH.
Now if I can only figure out how to keep that man from using my semi-expensive face moisturizer as shave lube... *sigh*
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