Weekend Update

This is what the ducks looked like this morning when I woke up. I do believe the leak in the pool is what is causing their mute anger. I've done all I could. I bought special plastic glue to glue it back together, but as is evident, it has not held and so nearly every day the ducks wake up to a half empty pool. I guess this is probably like an air mattress that leaves you sleeping on the floor by the end of the night. No wonder they're pissed.



And then Randi and Earl who are obviously neglected and unappreciated while I deal with the angry ducks.
In other news, my dresser broke Friday (the whole face came off of the drawer and so now I have one drawer that barely opens and one drawer where I have to stick my hand in and pull out my socks) and I need a new one. This caused a crisis this morning because I did not win the lottery last week as planned and so my choices are limited. I tried to get counsel from the ducks, but I am not so far gone that I don't realize that all of these animals don't actually talk back to me. But I wish they did because they could help make decisions. Off I went in search of a dresser/bedroom furniture in which I had these conversations:

Saleslady: What are you looking for?
Me: White bedroom furniture.
Saleslady: Oh, white? Are you sure, we only have that in children's furniture.

Salesguy: What are you looking for?
Me: Bedroom furniture.
Salesguy: Anything specific?
Me: Yes, it has to be white.
Salesguy: ??
Me: Or metal
Salesguy: Why does it have to be white?
Me: Because it won't match my room if it is not.
Salesguy: What color is your room?
Me: Purple.
Salesguy: Like lavendar? Um, does it have to be a queen size? Because we have white furniture in children's.
Me: Yes, queen. (I currently have a full, but I might as well update.)
Salesguy: Do you share the bed with someone?
Me: (Thinking what is it your business if I share it!!) Yes.
Salesguy: With a child or an adult?
Me: (thinking, three dogs, but none of your damn business) Another adult. (and thinking-only when I'm lucky.)

Then the salesguy showed me the children's furniture and how great it was. It had knobs with butterflies on them "but you can go to Home Depot and change them out."

I've not found a dresser/bedroom furniture. And this has thrown me into a mini-crisis that the ducks and Pack can not resolve. Get all new furniture? Get just a white dresser? Two white dressers? Get a wardrobe? Go to the thrift store? Go to Ikea? Get rid of the broken bed? (Yes, the bed is broken. The sexy story would be that the post broke during a brief interlude whilst another adult was sharing my bed, but the boring truth is it was broken when I inherited it from my grandma. For the record, I don't think my grandma broke it either.)

Also, sometimes I think Earl thinks that we should spend more time fantasizing about being on Yard Crashers or House Crashers rather than the Real Housewives.