The dang smoke detector went all crazy last week. It was in the afternoon but it scared us all. I was with the cats under the bed! Changing the battery didn’t help. It’s a new unit installed less than a year ago. The good news is that it didn’t happen when the beloved husband was gone or at 3 a.m. I would have said bad words. He, however, was flummoxed. He was imploring the deities to do something. They didn’t. We’re still trying to figure out what to do with it. You may see it on the front lawn!
The new gym is not as interesting as the old gym. It’s mostly men and I’m finding them boring except for the occasional wonky ones. There is one guy that I diagnosed with Tourette syndrome (which I did for free!). His comments never made sense to me but I only caught dribs and drabs of them. This week he was working across from me. He may be on the phone. There is nothing visible on the ear but he seemed to be carrying on a logical conversation with someone. Maybe he sees dead people. After I wrote this I saw him have a conversation with the TV newscaster. I stand by my diagnosis.
There is something worse than shopping for swimsuits. It’s shopping for bras. I went looking for one of those comfy leisure bras. They had discontinued the style I had which meant I had to hunt for a new favorite. The price had doubled and the sizing changed. After visiting two different places, including a lingerie specialty store, I had tried on over 20 different styles and sizes. I bought two different ones. One went back after wearing for two days. Doggone thing wasn’t comfy at all. They convinced me to buy a “sister size” which means they didn’t have it in my size but they wanted to make a sale. Obviously this sister has different boobs then I do. They took it back and worked with me to find another which will come in the mail this week. The other one seems ok. The price is right but I will need to wear it a few days to see if I really like it. When I lock in on a favorite, I’ll buy a case of them! Got to keep the girls happy!