Can you hear that?

It's silence.  Pure silence. 

Well, except for the lawnmower next door, and the chain saw across the street, and the dishwasher humming in the back ground, there is silence.  Glorious silence.

U2 is in town tonight and the family is rockin' away.  Not me.  Nope, not me.

Them:  "Are you sure you dont' want to go?"

Me:  "I do not want to go."

Them:  "But it's U2!"

Me:  "Yes, but do you realize how many pairs of shoes I can get for the price of a concert ticket??  No thanks."

Them:  "You're weird."

Me:  "No, I'm just practical."

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Speaking of shoes, I bought a delicious pair of wedges about a month ago from The Shoe Company.  They weren't cheap - just over $50 with taxes. I bought the black ones.  Cute, eh?

I wore them twice and the heel strap broke.  I was so pissed!  And of course I had thrown out the receipt but fortunately I bought them on my Amex card. (See honey, it's a very good thing I used my credit card to purchase such things like these shoes!)  I printed the online statement and went marching to the store ready for battle. 

Wouldn't you know it, the manager was willing to do whatever it took to make me happy.  A refund?  No problem.  An exchange?  Even better.  A store credit?  Absolutely.  She only wanted to make me happy so that I would come back to the store for my future shoe purchases.  I was completely taken aback.  Who was this nice, smiling woman with the pretty perfume?  Where was the snotty teenage employee with the bad acne and frizzy hair who all but ignores me while she texts away on her iPhone and rolls her eyes when I say "excuse me, do you have these in a size 9?".

I've heard of such customer service but I thought it only existed in fairy tales and after school specials.  This is the real deal here folks, a company that truly gives a shit about their customers.  The Shoe Company.  They've got my vote.

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So.  What am I going to do this eveing?  Well, I have mountains of reading to do.  I have laundry going.  I have to summarize the Manitoba Employment Standards Code in only 1250 words, and I have absolutely zero desire to do any of it.

It's too bad the stores are closed Sunday evenings.  I could totally go for some shopping right about now.  Damnit.

Oh but wait.

http://www.thereisalwaysonlineshopping.com/!

I love it.

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Peace out.

Neglectfulness

Good morning little bloggers.  Seems I've been quite neglectful of my blogging responsiblities lately.  I've been a busy, busy bee, too busy even for you.

It's an exciting time at the Muir household.  The apple tree is in full bloom.  I love looking out my windows, seeing beautiful white blooms.  So pretty.

View from the kitchen:

View from the back room:

Terrible pictures from a blackberry (taken for efficiency sake - the fancy new camera has all these buttons that I possess none of the patience (or desire) required to learn about them), but you get the gist.

The man says:  Yup and it will be cut down soon, so enjoy.

He's a meanie sometimes.

If the tree would just stay like that - with those sweet graceful little white flowers, life would be perfect.  But you see, these delectible red apples form and while they are good apples and have produced many an apple crisp and apple cake and apple muffins, the yard is also filled with bruised apples that attract these nasty little things called wasps.  And so, between the fear of the dog swallowing wasps as he chows down on the bruised apples and the fear of getting swarmed by wasps ourselves when we step outside, the decision was made last Fall to chop it down.

*sigh*

So sad.

And for other exciting news.....

I think we might wipe all the dust forming on the bicycles in the garage and take them for a spin today.  It's time for the Semi-Annual Muir Household Bike Tour.  Oh fun!  Nothing like bruising your nether regions and having rubber legs for the sake of a little exercise.  How we love going for bike rides in this house!

Hope you all enjoyed your long weekend little bloggers.

Until next time.

Free to (good?) home:

One teenage hormonal man-child, must be regularly fed and watered on an hourly basis, but otherwise sturdy, strong and healthy.  He is only slightly sourly but will smile (somewhat) when financial rewards are suggested.  He can be all yours at only a moments notice.  Inquire here for more details. 

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Game on!  School is back.  Study of choice this term is Work & Labour in Canada and Human Geography.  Oddly, they tie together.  No, really they do.  Topic for first Labour paper is entitled "How Capitalism Transformed Working Life" (due next week);  topic for first Geography paper is entitled "The Moral Obligation of More Developed Worlds to Less Developed Worlds" (due end of the month).  I'm cross-referencing each text book.  Ha! Who knew?? Fucking capitalists will never know what hit them when I'm through with this!  Unfortunately I won't have much of a life until then.  I figure I'll sleep in July.

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