The captain declared that yesterday was re/e/beecycling day.
(I am trying to conjure up some beecycling photos. Surprisingly there aren't many to be found on google image search:
This one is pretty cute:
This one just ended up being a disappointment - like they didn't even care:
With such bad luck, I decided to conjure up my own:
He was originally facing left, but I felt that he didn't look like he was really going places, so I gave him the old flipperoo.
[For those of you who read right-to-left, this one is for you:
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Unfortunately I am still dissatisfied.
Liking this one - and therefore satisfied for the time-bee-ing:
)
We unfortunately had to say goodbye to our old microwave who had developed a scorching case of rust (what she did on her own time was her business, but I didn't appreciate it when she let her personal life affect her work.)
We went to Wal-Mart where I ate a "salmonella dog" (thank the captain for that name), and found a pickle I liked:
and a wee little stool that I fell in love with:
At Target, we bought a cute little rose bush.
I used blue spray paint and weeds and dirt to decorate the $5 rubber pot-like thing I bought to put it in ( . . . I was trying for innovative):
Does not include everything you see here . . . except for the mattresses - they're yours if you want them.
I had a should-have-worn-gloves-when-I-painted epic fail:
I put another plant that we had been neglecting next to it so they could keep eachother company . . . maybe they'll hit it off. *fingers crossed*
Lucky for me we have a bunch of old chairs and stools lying around . . . I actually wouldn't let Geo throw out that stool because it has too much sentimental value . . . I grew up with that stool. When I was little I sat in it like a desk.
. . . I must really like stools.
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