Why I Should NEVER Look at eBay
So, I graded papers today, and I gave a final, and now I'm in my office, eating my lunch (late, you'll notice), and I finished up my email, and I couldn't read my email at home because, oh, I dunno, webmail's being refigured or some such nonsense, so I went on over to eBay to amuse myself, and I logged in and called up my Joan-of-Arc search, in case something interesting had shown up.
Which, alas, it did.
(Don't worry, Sam, I'm not bidding.)
I've got an excellent collection of Joan-of-Arc paraphenalia. And I've got a modest but solid little collection of turn-of-the-last-century bisque dolls, mostly German. And this Joan-of-Arc doll is just the sort of thing I adore and have absolutely no use for.
Oh, well.
But we ARE going to use the treadmill, which is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. After we all fell in love with the treadmill over at the hotel in Albuquerque, we did our Consumer Reports research, and we looked all over and found one of the Best Buy models at $200 off, and it's coming in tomorrow morning, and there will be a lot of rejoicing, though it's conceivable the cats might not be happy.
But then, when ARE the cats happy? When we are sitting down. Or opening cat food cans. That's pretty much it, as far as the cats are concerned. All other human activities are a waste of time.
The semester's winding down, we're making our Flaming Christmas Pudding plans whilst waiting for the treadmill -- that'll stave off the effects of the Flaming Christmas Pudding, we expect (unless part of the effects involve setting the curtains on fire, with which the treadmill will not help) -- and some of us are actively NOT buying bisque Joan-of-Arc dolls over on eBay. Business as usual.
Which, alas, it did.
(Don't worry, Sam, I'm not bidding.)
I've got an excellent collection of Joan-of-Arc paraphenalia. And I've got a modest but solid little collection of turn-of-the-last-century bisque dolls, mostly German. And this Joan-of-Arc doll is just the sort of thing I adore and have absolutely no use for.
Oh, well.
But we ARE going to use the treadmill, which is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. After we all fell in love with the treadmill over at the hotel in Albuquerque, we did our Consumer Reports research, and we looked all over and found one of the Best Buy models at $200 off, and it's coming in tomorrow morning, and there will be a lot of rejoicing, though it's conceivable the cats might not be happy.
But then, when ARE the cats happy? When we are sitting down. Or opening cat food cans. That's pretty much it, as far as the cats are concerned. All other human activities are a waste of time.
The semester's winding down, we're making our Flaming Christmas Pudding plans whilst waiting for the treadmill -- that'll stave off the effects of the Flaming Christmas Pudding, we expect (unless part of the effects involve setting the curtains on fire, with which the treadmill will not help) -- and some of us are actively NOT buying bisque Joan-of-Arc dolls over on eBay. Business as usual.
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