Pink clogs, by gum!

Two nights ago, I finally moved the HUGE living room television...oh...about three feet. It’s heavier than I remembered. It’s now taking up the entire sofa and it will stay there until the lad arrives home. Between the two of us, I think we’ll have the muscle required to remove it to another part of the house. I suppose my bedroom in case I’m tempted some hot sleepless night.

I removed all the wires hanging out of the back and hooked up my cute little LCD TV where the hulking one used to sit. Took me a few minutes to figure out where all the plugs belonged. Now I’m thinking it looks awfully lonely in its corner. It’s not much larger than a laptop’s screen. Makes my living room look a lot larger, though. The arrangement seems to work for me despite the tv looking a little lost. I thoroughly enjoy knowing that it’s only sucking up a third of the electricity.

But, unfortunately, it’s probably going to be a wash for the summer. My fetching red electric lawnmower eats rather a lot of electricity. What I save with the television in a week will probably be eaten by the lawnmower. Another reason why I hate grass. Another reason why I will probably get out my rotary reel mower and sharpen the blades.

Anyway, I sat down to see what was TiVo’ed last night and the night before. I have been recording American Idol all season and have not watched much of it. But I checked it out this week. My “watching” involved much fast forwarding. I found that I got most of the gist by stopping to hear what the judges said and then fast forwarding again. Well, I did stop to listen to Melinda and Jordin. The rest? Eh. And last night I fast forwarded all the way through to the end to see who got voted off. Except for the second or two when I backed up to see if that was really Bill Mahar in the audience. It was.

Most of the season, I’ve been depending on Alan’s weekly Idol recaps. I think that’s a good plan, too. He’s much more interesting and makes Idol fun without having to watch it. Thank you, Alan, for doing the hard work so we don’t have to.

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Last night I also decided to go grocery shopping at 10:30. I’d been putting it off, but a spur of the moment impulse propelled me out the door. Turned out well. There was a new display in the store and I was ready.

My new pink garden clogs.

About five years ago I’d bought a pair of bright yellow ones and wore them out completely. Last year I was hoping the store would have a new display, but they didn’t. When I arrived at the store last night, the display was brand shiny new. I was probably the first customer. The display was so new, in fact, that the prices weren’t even affixed yet. So, I think I got a pretty sweet deal. The cashiers talked amongst themselves and decided to give them to me for $4.99. I know I paid at least three times that for my yellow ones. Anyway. I like ‘em lots. It was a toss up between the pink ones and the lime green ones. Today I’m glad the pink impulse won. They add flair to my grassless patch of dirt sand.