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I'm going to IHOP tomorrow! YAY! We don't have any IHOPs near us that I know of... Waffle Houses, but no IHOPs. Everytime I go to a IHOP or pass by one I always think of Behind Backstage Doors Episode 2: Consider the Waffle by Joeanne which of course takes place in a IHOP. This is only funny when I was in Minniapolis or St. Paul and we passed an IHOPand I thought to myself "HEY! It took place there in a alternate dimension!" But then again the story was in Eden Prarie... so it was stupid.
But I thin this will be the very last time I'll be linking up from Shrewsbury this year, because we'll be leaving tomorrow to go to the Bradely Airport in Hartford, Conneticut to fly home.
Then the next day get into the car to drive some of my sister's stuff to her fabulous apartment in Madison. Which she says is really nice, actualy. She went shopping in our house to pick up some spare furniture because we almost never get rid of stuff.
I'd be bitter about it because she took some things that were mine, but ownership of... large items that's not bolted to the ground is extremly fluid in my family. But I'll probably get the items back, because things just get passed around untill they either completly die or get completly wrecked. I swear, the ownly reason why we have "antiques" in my house is because we're too too cheep to toss them out and get new ones. Like the bed I have now was my sisters, and before her it was my great-grandparents. (When I say 'bed', I include the mattess. My mom said the mattress was at least 30 years old. But it's still fine, so I have no idea what the mattress commercials are talking about.) Same way with everything in my room and my sisters/spare room except my bookcases and her bed.
Another proof of this idea is the object that I'm mostly talking about is a little television that came from my grandmother's cousin. It's also the only working tv I ever saw with knobs and those little prong things they had before they had coaxial cables.
My selfishness aside, I'm sad to see her go. She needs to go because there's nothing for her in Jasper and she isn't happy in one place for a long time. So, I'm happy for her.
But I thin this will be the very last time I'll be linking up from Shrewsbury this year, because we'll be leaving tomorrow to go to the Bradely Airport in Hartford, Conneticut to fly home.
Then the next day get into the car to drive some of my sister's stuff to her fabulous apartment in Madison. Which she says is really nice, actualy. She went shopping in our house to pick up some spare furniture because we almost never get rid of stuff.
I'd be bitter about it because she took some things that were mine, but ownership of... large items that's not bolted to the ground is extremly fluid in my family. But I'll probably get the items back, because things just get passed around untill they either completly die or get completly wrecked. I swear, the ownly reason why we have "antiques" in my house is because we're too too cheep to toss them out and get new ones. Like the bed I have now was my sisters, and before her it was my great-grandparents. (When I say 'bed', I include the mattess. My mom said the mattress was at least 30 years old. But it's still fine, so I have no idea what the mattress commercials are talking about.) Same way with everything in my room and my sisters/spare room except my bookcases and her bed.
Another proof of this idea is the object that I'm mostly talking about is a little television that came from my grandmother's cousin. It's also the only working tv I ever saw with knobs and those little prong things they had before they had coaxial cables.
My selfishness aside, I'm sad to see her go. She needs to go because there's nothing for her in Jasper and she isn't happy in one place for a long time. So, I'm happy for her.
