Domesticity, couch potatoes and a lone dawg.

Had another packed weekend, but this time it was a three day one. We even managed to not come into work on one of them. Yesterday was Martin Luther King, Jr Memorial Day so everyone got the day off to commemorate his achievements and goals.

We took off down to the Sear’s Outlet and purchased ourselves a dishwasher with the remains of our wedding present cash. Otherwise know as the Scratch and Dent store, they have a huge warehouse full of either discontinued models or appliances that have suffered some sort of cosmetic damage.

Ummed and ahhed with decisions for a while before picking out a smart black Whirlpool that wasn’t too badly damaged, just a few barely noticable minor scratches. RRP $500 on sale for $330. Score!

No waiting around or paying extra for delivery either, just loaded it straight into the back of the truck and took it homeward.

Bill then took on manly man duties and got on with installing it. Did a great job, it now works, is in the right place, and there are no superfluous holes in the walls. Fantastic work babe.

I helped by walking Quincy and then chasing him around the front yard with a broom, while trying to gather up some of the leaves to dump onto the compost. He was a little freak and got very bouncy and bounded around arfing happily.

Got sucked into Reality TV in the evening, much to Bill’s dismay. I had up until now had a clean record regarding Pop Idol, or in this country American Idol and had never seen an episode. Last night I buckled as it was the first of the new series and I wanted to see all the dire people audition. Frightening. Bill rolled around the house grumbling, muttering, and occasionally being sucked in himself.

Next up was My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance. The premise of this one is that the bride is up to win half a million dollars if she can convince her folks that she is in love with a disgusting doofus of a bloke, and get them all to attend their forthcoming wedding (in 12 days time) without anyone objecting or spotting the ruse. She however doesn’t know that her husbby to be is in fact an actor paid to thwart and drive her crazy. Splendid.

Bored by formula TV by this point, but as anything was better than watching Bill play more XBox Golf we then flipped over to Average Joe Hawaii. This one has the beautiful flawless girl setting up challenges for a bunch of male suiters so that she can whittle the competition down and hopefully find the man of her dreams. The draw to this program is that instead of having a bevy of toned hunks to chose from, all the wooers are less than picture perfect handsome. In fact, they are all average, and downright nerdy and geeks to boot. Compelling viewing even if it did drive Bill and I to distraction.

Bill then took over on the XBox and was setting us up with some multiplayer mayhem when I got freaked out by the next door neighbours about 11.20pm. There was the distinct sound of smashing glass coming from their back porch and when I went to investigate (by cowardly peering out of the kitchen window at them) there appeared to be nobody home as all the lights were off, no cars were in the drive and the house looked dead. I kept a vigil for a while and spotted a guy moving around back there. At which point Bill did a little investigation of his own but drew a blank. Kept an eye on the house for the rest of the time I was up and finally a car pulled into the drive and next door’s wife arrived home. All the lights then went on inside the house and there was nothing else unusual to see so we presumed everything must be well. Have come to the conclusion that the husband must have been in the house in the dark and the glass breaking was their recycling.

As Bill said “next door are freaks.”

Didn’t half worry me though.

This morning I’m back in at BrightHouse. Aaaargh! On the way in we spotted a babe of a puppy wandering around on the side of Lowery Boulevard, alone and without a collar on. It had a huge bone or something it was chomping on and as we were stuck at the lights we watched it huddle down and find a place to scarf it. The lights changed and we couldn’t stop or anything, and we think if we had it would have legged it or thought we were trying to steal it’s snack anyway. Dammit. It was so cute and now I feel bad and hope to goodness that when we drive past later we don’t find it squished on the road. It was all black and glossy and like a little Molly dog. We are actually on the look out for a pal for Quince, though I can’t imagine this gorgeous pup didn’t have an anxious owner somewhere already. *worries and goes mushy over puppy*

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