From me! But first, let me just explain that we'll hold off on the grammar until next week(ish). All of you geeks with your excellent comments have gotten to all but one of the items on my current list. (A list! For I am forgetful!) (Saved in Word! For I lose pieces of paper!)
So allow me instead to regale you with some fascinating anecdotes of what I've been up to since the weekend.
Except the first one sort of starts on the weekend, when I had the forethought to buy a new hairdryer WHILE THE OLD ONE WAS STILL WORKING. I've written before about how I kill hairdryers like Texas does convicts. Usually I've had a roommate to mooch off until I could get to Target for a new one. But when this one started to smell like burning (the first sign of imminent hairdryer demise) I realized that if it died, I would have no spare to borrow. And then I'd go out in the cold with wet hair and catch my death! Ok, not really, but I'd be extra cold, wouldn't I? So I bought one on Saturday and my old one officially died yesterday morning. Et voila, a whole extra hairdryer was all ready to go! I forgot though that the old one was some sort of quiet tone something. By comparison, the new one sort of sounds like a jet engine. And there you have the story of how proper prior planning prevents pneumonia. (You have to pronounce the p in pneumonia to make that work. Thank you.)
I did not, however, plan ahead well enough on the boot waterproofing front. I've been meaning to buy waterproofing spray ever since I bought the boots a week ago. In none of the one million trips I made since then to Target, Shopko, Walgreens, two malls, and some grocery stores did I remember to buy any. Yesterday though, it was at the forefront of my mind as I went into Walgreens with cold, wet feet where my boots had soaked straight through. And wouldn't you know it, my boots and also feet were completely dry when I got to work this morning, despite the deep snow I tromped through on my way here from the bus. I guess all that Kiwi Rain & Stain that I sold to people in my years at the Finish Line was not a totally useless add-on meant only to inlfate my sales after all!
So yes, I am taking the bus right now. Yesterday was the day I finally got to take my car in for the coolant leak thing after a week of filling it at least once a day, usually while standing in a snow mound in my parking lot. Naturally, yesterday was also a big winter storm. Before I began my slow crawl of a drive from work to the garage, I got to fill my coolant while it was actively snowing. Fun! It did, however, let up in the time it took me to clear the snow and ice off my car. I am what you might call a thorough car scraper. It's one of my compulsions, like the way that I have to get peanut butter spread perfectly evenly on a slice of bread. Why these things bother me and not the shoes scattered throughout my apartment, I do not know.
I dropped my car off with Jerry the Trustworthy Car Guy and got the bus home. We picked up a bunch of high schoolers on the way and I was treated to some scintillating conversation. First, one of them had a baby niece, but the girl's sister was not breastfeeding because her boobs never got big enough. This led to a discussion of whether these girls thought their boobs could possibly get big enough. (They all thought no.) Then they moved on to the saga of J-Rod and Brittany. See, they have broken up. And it was posited, since one of them had seen J-Rod with red eyes, looking like he had been crying, that Brittany did the dumping. While this was entertaining and all, it did not make me nostalgic for my days of spending lots of hours on buses with high schoolers. This is mostly because where you have a busload of teenagers, at some point you're going to have a busload of teenagers singing Baby Got Back.
Yesterday, coincidentally, was the official Wisconsin Snowplow Driver Appreciation Day. As a token of our appreciation, snowplow drivers, please accept this gift of round-the-clock work, beginning at three in the morning. Thanks, guys!