I've been eating my words lately.
A few months ago I told a friend that I don't like green toe nail polish because it "looks like a fungus."
|This will be the only picture I EVER post of my toes.|
Well...at least for now.
Yesterday, I couldn't resist this green pedicure.
I love my green toes. I officially take my former statement back.
Friday night, our Netflix movie came in the mail. The A-Team had arrived, and I was looking forward to a night of mindless action adventure.
When I told Cory what we would be watching that evening, he said, "Umm...We saw that. We weren't impressed."
I insisted that I had never seen the movie as I put it into the player. He politely disagreed.
I held firm throughout the previews. So did he.
Finally the main menu came up. I watched the opening sequence.
Then I remembered.
It's an awful movie.
We laughed, and I quickly took it out of the player and back out to the mailbox. I'm not giving that movie one more second of my life.
|You're looking at a steel trap.|
Wanna know what I don't take back? My Saturday morning Salvation Army steals.
They wouldn't refund me, even if I wanted to return something. Store policy.
On Saturdays, almost everything is 50% off. Which is awesome.
I've got plans for this stuff in our new apartment. The clay pots are going on the porch, and the wire basket is going to corral our silverware someday soon.
The books were a true STEAL. All hardbacks: $1.00. It was really tough not to just buy ALL of them. But I limited it to these four. 'Cause dollars add up. You know?
The Julia Child gem is going in the kitchen with the other cookbooks in my collection. I don't really "use" cookbooks per say, but... someday I might. And on that day, I will be ready.
But my favorite find (and, at $4.50, my big ticket item), was this paper sorter:
Maybe it doesn't look like much to you, but I've been looking for this exact thing for the past five months.
It was made for my free craigslist desk:
Seriously. I have been looking for that EXACT thing. I love when things work out.
I'm finding more and more that things usually work out. Which reminds of this quote I saw a few days ago, that I just can't get out of my mind:
Can't say it any better myself. Really.