One of the highlights of moving, at least in my opinion, is unpacking little knick-knacks and decorations and deciding where to put them. Here we have Kristen enthusiastic about finding her stash of unicorn figurines. She claims not to remember being that into unicorns, but take a look at her excited expression.
After all of her unicorn treasures were found, she knew exactly where she wanted to put them: in the guest bedroom for her visitors to enjoy!
But after all that unpacking fun, there was a lot of dishes to wash.
Luckily, Kristen's dad installed the dishwasher, so we were saved from that chore! I would show more pictures, but I'm sure Kristen would like to post some of her own once she gets it looking the way she envisions. Plus, the rest of the pictures show Kristen growing more and more irritated at my continual picture taking. I did help pick out her curtains for the living room and dining room, and we put together an end table, her tv stand, and a bathroom shelving unit. We're awesome.
So, other than moving furniture and boxes, doing moving-in type things, the weekend was uneventful. I mean, we did have a good laugh at her neighbor across the street when we saw him staring at himself in a gigantic mirror, gesturing wildly at his mirrored reflection, and then suddenly falling over. We gathered that Kristen will have many more moments to enjoy his weirdness, as we imagined Kristen sitting in her darkened living room staring across the way and silently smoking a cigarette. Not that she actually smokes, but it made the fantasy that much funnier.
I told Kristen that when my car loan is all paid off, which should be this week, I'd like to go back to Curves. Except instead of saying Curves, I said Culver's. Repeatedly.
And we decided that anytime someone unwanted shows up at her house, she should say, "Never dorken my door again." It's the perfect insult. :)
Anyway, in work-related news, we had a second break-in that resulted in stolen money. When I spoke with the police officer, I let him know how annoyed I was about him saying it was just our "overactive imaginations." He says, "I don't know where she (my boss) came up with that. I never said that!" Right. Anyway, I told him my very meticulous and thought-out theory on how the intruder was getting in (which door, etc.), and he just said, "Well, that doesn't mean anything." And he kept concentrating on the porn on the computers. The second time he came to the library, he waves his hands toward our circ desk monitor and says, Dubya-esque, "Now, uh...are you, uh, wireless?" Like he wasn't sure of the terminology.
Me: No. And my boss already gave you that information.
PO: Oh. Well, uh. I thought maybe that's how they were getting porn on the computers. They were hacking in from outside the building.
Me: *deep breath, trying not to sound like a bitch* Regardless. That wouldn't explain the missing money. Or the missing notes. Or the furniture moved.
Me: *deep breath, trying not to sound like a bitch* Regardless. That wouldn't explain the missing money. Or the missing notes. Or the furniture moved.
PO: *puts his hand on his hip, shakes his head* Oh, yeah. That's right.
I could have screamed. So freaking stupid. So, although my theory didn't "mean anything," once the lock had been changed (the lock I said the intruder must have found an extra key for), no more unauthorized visits. Hmm, but what do I know? I'm just a stupid girl who works in a library.
Anyway, here's a pic of Aaliyah that I took today. Isn't she just an adorable, toothless love bug?
