Merry Death

Pixie Dust

Phil's birthday was November 23rd and I gave him tickets to see The Pixies. The whole agreement was "I bought you these tickets for your birthday. Here are 2, find someone to go because I really really don't want to". I am not a fan. Phil last saw them 12 years ago, when he was 17 (awwwwww.) I hope, for his sake, that the show doesn't suck. He needs a good shot of youth. I need a night off.
Phil left me this morning to go up into the attic *shudder* and get down a recent eBay sale. It was dusty, a spider fell off me when I got back downstairs and I was covered in dust. We sold our DirecTivo box that we used all of 2 times. I was never so glad to see something go. The dish is still attached to the back fence because neither one of us wants to deal with taking it down. Hell, its probably glued on there knowing the wonderfully knowledgeable guy that installed it.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 8:08 PM