In May, Erin M. and I went garagesale-ing in the Winchell neighborhood. The merchandise was of the expected caliber and we toddled along at a merry pace. Then, from under a heap of crocheted pot holders and kissing dutch figurines, shined a glimmer of metallic band. It read "KitchenAid". (double-take) wha???? KitchenAid? Like in the best mixer ever KitchenAid? I scuttle to look for the price (thinking somewhat disappointedly "probably $100- 150")... The ragged torn masking tape read $10.00... WHAT?! Is it broken?! The tending woman said no and asked if I wanted it to which I replied "um.. Definitely!" She proceeded to pull out the original box with all attachments, complimentary cookbook, warrenty information and pamphets about ordering my very own personalized engraved mixing bowl. I handed her a fresh ten and marched (well struggled really, they are quite heavy!) triumphantly and disbelief-bourne to my car with the best Garage sale purchase ever in the history of Garages.
The End.
Well, not quite... The first thing I made with the mixer was salmon loaf (Delicious). However, the mixer is so proficient that instead of just mixing the ingredients, it pureed my Salmon and everyone at work thought I was eating catfood.
I visited my new doctor today. It was a pretty standard lets-get-to-know-eachother visit. He seems quite competent and asked me questions I couldn't answer (knowing more about my medical "characteristics" than I do is quite a feat, indeed.) and one that I inadvertently lied to answer (oops, he'll find the answer soon enough anyway I guess, not that it matters.) Then, as celestial retribution for said lie, he ordered a blood draw, right there on the spot. I hate blood draws. All's well in the end as I left with my B12 shot (aka liquid awesomeness) and peace of mind. Thank you Health Insurance, you are the best.
Any movie rental suggestions? Anyone?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Better than last week, for sure!
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