Nom de Plume

Although I detest their little fake prints of “important writers” that grace the walls of the stores,I have to say that I am pleased with Barnes and Noble. I ordered Christmas gifts for Mom and Wayne and the outlaws from them on the last day they guaranteed Christmas delivery. Mom’s package got there in time; Pam’s did not. I wrote to bring the oversight to their attention, and they immediately sent me a $25 gift certificate to apologize.

It’s kind of sad, though, that one is rewarded for complaining.

Steve has taken to describing all the work the previous owner did as “an abortion.”

For example, he has been painting the living room walls–and has had to scrape, spackle, and sand with an electric sander because it’s “an abortion.”

The patched over leaks around the skylights are “abortions.” The jerry-rigged kitchen is “an abortion.” And naturally, the deck on the garage, which he tore down a couple of months ago is retroactively “an abortion.”

He makes me laugh.