Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
I feel like WTHW has fallen by the wayside, that I’ve been to busy to find the time to get ranty on the one day I’m allowed to be ranty. Sometimes I feel like the issues I’m complaining about aren’t that big of a deal and really I should just suck it up. I’m not sucking it up this week. Nope, I’m going to enjoy my WTHW.
I’m not sure which of my children can’t leave the shower curtain closed, but it drives me crazy. I’m not talking about when they are taking a shower, I mean when I just pull the shower curtain closed because it happens to look prettier than wide open so our half-empty shampoo bottles, bath poufs in multiple colors, and razors aren’t on full display for everyone to see. I’ll straighten out the bathroom, pull the curtain closed and the next time I walk past the bathroom the shower curtain has been pulled wide open! WTH?? I don’t get it. I suspect that one of them is keeping it open because when it’s closed they don’t know if there is a bad guy hiding behind it, waiting to jump out and get them. It’s also probably the same child that won’t leave the bathroom window open in the summer. I swear I’m opening that damn window time and time again all day long! WTH?? Nobody will admit to that one either. I think they don’t want the shower curtain guy hiding under the bathroom window listening to them.
My husband had some drum stuff he put up on Craigslist for sale. Finally some guy called him about it. He was really pushy, calling several times, texting him, and trying to get him down in price. He was supposed to come by last night before I got home from work. Since I’m so suspicious I told my husband to make sure he didn’t tell the guy that our dogs don’t bite, because they do, they bite hard, just in case you’re wondering, and to not let the guy upstairs if he asked to use the bathroom. I didn’t want him casing out our belongings or hiding behind the shower curtain.
I got home after work and my husband said the drum guy texted him and said he wouldn’t be coming over until Wednesday because he needed his mom to drive him. So much for my theory of him being a Craigslist bad guy. I don’t think they usually need their mommies to drive them.
The kid has been constantly texting and calling my husband because he really wants the drum stuff. He ended up coming over at almost 10pm last night. Got the drums, paid my husband in cash and left. Phew! End of story. Ya, not so much. Apparently he either had buyers remorse or something worse is up because he sent my husband a text a 3am saying he just found out he needs to buy an iPad for class next semester and wants to return the drum stuff and my husband can keep $150 of the money for the confusion. WTH?? Really?? You just found out at 3am? 5 hours after you were at our house so desperate to get them you couldn’t even wait another day? We’re wondering what’s going on. Is he legit or is he trying to pull some sort of scam? Either way he now knows where we live so who knows if he’ll just show up here wanting his money back. This is just one of the reasons I really dislike Craigslist.
What’s been bugging you this week? Too many friends posting their creepy Elf on the Shelf pictures? Can’t stand hearing “Dominick the Donkey” one more time? Feel free to join in!