So I bought the last issue of Domino Magazine yesterday. I have been on the look out for the last few days. The Target in Kelso just never seems to have the new issue when everyone else does. This might be a plot to irritate me, and if it is, then the plan always works because there are few things that make me more uspet than having to wait for an issue to get into the store when I know it is out other places.
I joined the masses in depression the day I found out that my FAVORITE interior design magazine was closing it's doors due to the poor economy. I actually got upset, I threw up my hands and without hesitation said, "Oh no, no, no... This can't happen." I'm pretty sure I was having a bad day that day anyway. I think that was the day that I totally murdered our lasagna (which as never happened), Safeway didnt have anything I went looking for on my list, and on top of that I got a jury duty summons. I have been called up 3 or 4 times since I was old enough to register. The icing on the cake was Domino going under. If Josh hadn't have been sitting next to me I might have cried, and then thrown myself in agony on the floor, I haven't done that since I was a child, but I do tend to throw things like hangers and pots when I get mad.
So when Josh came home yesterday, and I told him reluctantly that I bought the very last issue of Domino, accompanied by a small sound that can be compared to that of a dying cat, he turned to me and said, I have some bad news. The first thought that runs through your head when they come home from work is, "Oh god, he lost his job." But this wasn't the case. He told me that they also announced that our favorite morning radio talk show that we would listen to every morning while on our 40 minute drive into town back when we first got married was airing its LAST show either today, or yesterday, I can't remember which. JUST SHOOT ME NOW!!! PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY. I love talk radio, the funny kind, not the Dr. Marsha Fieldstone kind from Sleepless in Seattle. The kind that drones on and on and makes you want to jump out of the car window.
I joined the masses in depression the day I found out that my FAVORITE interior design magazine was closing it's doors due to the poor economy. I actually got upset, I threw up my hands and without hesitation said, "Oh no, no, no... This can't happen." I'm pretty sure I was having a bad day that day anyway. I think that was the day that I totally murdered our lasagna (which as never happened), Safeway didnt have anything I went looking for on my list, and on top of that I got a jury duty summons. I have been called up 3 or 4 times since I was old enough to register. The icing on the cake was Domino going under. If Josh hadn't have been sitting next to me I might have cried, and then thrown myself in agony on the floor, I haven't done that since I was a child, but I do tend to throw things like hangers and pots when I get mad.
So when Josh came home yesterday, and I told him reluctantly that I bought the very last issue of Domino, accompanied by a small sound that can be compared to that of a dying cat, he turned to me and said, I have some bad news. The first thought that runs through your head when they come home from work is, "Oh god, he lost his job." But this wasn't the case. He told me that they also announced that our favorite morning radio talk show that we would listen to every morning while on our 40 minute drive into town back when we first got married was airing its LAST show either today, or yesterday, I can't remember which. JUST SHOOT ME NOW!!! PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY. I love talk radio, the funny kind, not the Dr. Marsha Fieldstone kind from Sleepless in Seattle. The kind that drones on and on and makes you want to jump out of the car window.
I was actually excited in the mornings to drive in silence with Josh, drinking our coffee, and listening to Adam Corrola complain about anything and everything. Yes, in fact he can complain about beautiful sunny days that aren't too hot or too cold. Anything could be argued with. Does that make me a bad person? That I love to listen to that kind of stuff, and I find it entertaining? Apparently, I'm just sarcastic enough to LOVE it. It doesn't seem like the normal way to start a day. A good cup of joe, and some ranting and raving, we didnt care. So what do I do now? Listen to Don Imus on the radio? He's gone now right? I don't have Sirius radio either. He's old and grumpy looking anyway. I much prefer the sarcastic 40 something. If Don Imus ever read this I'm sure he would have some sort of mean comeback about the state of my hair, because he seems to be so clever in the mean comments to innocent people.
Anyway, onward. I thought I would post a few of my favorites from Domino today, and if I couldfigure out how to add a little music to this post, I would definitely choose "Taps" If you listen closely, I'm sure you can hear a little trumpet playing...
I don't usually like white walls, I love color, but black and white are always perfect. This mostly white bedroom makes me happy
Those are just a few. There seems to be a theme today with the little blue touches. Josh hates that color. I LOVE it as an accent.
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