My luck is so mixed right now...
Jun. 4th, 2016 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyDear Universe,
Hello. You keep sending me mixed signals and now I don't know what's going on. I braved the Walmart by work to see if they had the minis. They most certainly did not. They did have that WtW Lizzie I was looking for months ago that I bought off Amazon or ebay when the local stores stopped having them. Guess that case got lost in the back, eh?
I checked the Walmart by the house again. Nope. Still have that one empty display rack I'd bet a dozen donuts is meant to hold the box, though.
My box with Picnic Blondie that's been sitting in the hallway for a week and a half disappeared yesterday evening. Widget had to have taken it but he hasn't fessed up and he won't just have her ~magically~ appear. I've checked everywhere. My room yields nothing, ditto the bathroom cabinets and the linen closet outside his room. The closet under the stairs and the bar are also not helping me and basically the only place it could be is in his room (which I also sorta checked) or hidden really well for some weird ass reason. What I don't get is why since I didn't infuriate him until this morning when I woke him up to 'find' it. I was willing to just roll with "oh, uh, it fell on the floor and I was on my way upstairs/to the kitchen/wherever and I put it here, in this place no one would ever actually put something but I don't want to cop to being a jerkface." Nope.
Had the box with Elle not been sitting on top and still on the chair, I'd really assume the Sharon Schafer thing was a possibility.
Oh, this is fantastic. I'm not entirely sure how much of the start of this I believe, but I'll roll with it. Seems Blondie's shipping box fell on the floor when Widget walked by or kind of barreled through the hallway. He hears her go splat and thinks "ohshit" and opens the box to see if she's okay.
What he sees is a very beaten up box that's dented and squished and basically a NIB collector's worst nightmare. He freaks out and stashes her somewhere upstairs. Not sure where, whether it was his room or the linen closet.
When questioned, he feigns innocence even in the face of "dude, I don't care where she is, just give her back." Doubles down on this whole "I didn't do it!" schtick. Because he knows I will murder him for breaking something of mine. (I mean, I might, but I'm also capable of reason most of the time.)
I sic his father on him and an hour later he hands over the box, which he's Scotch taped back together. Oh, chiblet. I only got Blondie when I did because she was an Amazon Warehouse markdown. If you'd just fessed up at the start, I could have told you her product box was going to look like it went through a war.
And that, kiddos, is why you don't keep things from your Aunty Mar.
None of this really qualifies as mixed signals though, right?
Well, at Walmart 1 I found Freak du Chic Rochelle for $10. Snatched her right up, yes indeedy.
Also, tonight at work will be a floor scrub (I think) so I'll get to relax and inhale nasty fumes for however long. Yay?
And then I'm off for two nights, work for three, and I'm off for another two. Which for those of us following along, means I'm off Friday and Saturday.
But I'm fairly certain that this means I will wind up paying for it the next week by having to work an insane number of days in a row. But maybe I'll get lucky...
Hello. You keep sending me mixed signals and now I don't know what's going on. I braved the Walmart by work to see if they had the minis. They most certainly did not. They did have that WtW Lizzie I was looking for months ago that I bought off Amazon or ebay when the local stores stopped having them. Guess that case got lost in the back, eh?
I checked the Walmart by the house again. Nope. Still have that one empty display rack I'd bet a dozen donuts is meant to hold the box, though.
My box with Picnic Blondie that's been sitting in the hallway for a week and a half disappeared yesterday evening. Widget had to have taken it but he hasn't fessed up and he won't just have her ~magically~ appear. I've checked everywhere. My room yields nothing, ditto the bathroom cabinets and the linen closet outside his room. The closet under the stairs and the bar are also not helping me and basically the only place it could be is in his room (which I also sorta checked) or hidden really well for some weird ass reason. What I don't get is why since I didn't infuriate him until this morning when I woke him up to 'find' it. I was willing to just roll with "oh, uh, it fell on the floor and I was on my way upstairs/to the kitchen/wherever and I put it here, in this place no one would ever actually put something but I don't want to cop to being a jerkface." Nope.
Had the box with Elle not been sitting on top and still on the chair, I'd really assume the Sharon Schafer thing was a possibility.
Oh, this is fantastic. I'm not entirely sure how much of the start of this I believe, but I'll roll with it. Seems Blondie's shipping box fell on the floor when Widget walked by or kind of barreled through the hallway. He hears her go splat and thinks "ohshit" and opens the box to see if she's okay.
What he sees is a very beaten up box that's dented and squished and basically a NIB collector's worst nightmare. He freaks out and stashes her somewhere upstairs. Not sure where, whether it was his room or the linen closet.
When questioned, he feigns innocence even in the face of "dude, I don't care where she is, just give her back." Doubles down on this whole "I didn't do it!" schtick. Because he knows I will murder him for breaking something of mine. (I mean, I might, but I'm also capable of reason most of the time.)
I sic his father on him and an hour later he hands over the box, which he's Scotch taped back together. Oh, chiblet. I only got Blondie when I did because she was an Amazon Warehouse markdown. If you'd just fessed up at the start, I could have told you her product box was going to look like it went through a war.
And that, kiddos, is why you don't keep things from your Aunty Mar.
None of this really qualifies as mixed signals though, right?
Well, at Walmart 1 I found Freak du Chic Rochelle for $10. Snatched her right up, yes indeedy.
Also, tonight at work will be a floor scrub (I think) so I'll get to relax and inhale nasty fumes for however long. Yay?
And then I'm off for two nights, work for three, and I'm off for another two. Which for those of us following along, means I'm off Friday and Saturday.
But I'm fairly certain that this means I will wind up paying for it the next week by having to work an insane number of days in a row. But maybe I'll get lucky...