Screen Cleaning

I freely admit it wasn't the best idea to clean my computer screen while eating my lunch. But while the office microwave was warming my spaghetti, I stumbled across the office cleaning supplies. How could I say no to a "Notebook Screen Cleaning Wipe"?

I'm pretty sure there are plenty of supplies to get sauce out of a keyboard in the same place I found the wipe.

If not, a key or two might always be sticky, but I don't really use the number pad much anyway.

FREE Futon

I just got back from picking up a free futon from a curb and let me tell you, it was harder to disassemble than I thought it would be. That might have been because it was already dark outside. Also maybe because of the unhappy dog on the other side of an invisible fence from me.

It's possible loading furniture into a car at night while a dog is barking to high heaven looks suspicious, but I hadn't thought about it that way. In the end, I just had to show the cop my registration, my license, and the piece of paper taped to the futon that read "FREE" in big sharpie letters and he let me "immediately leave the neighborhood."

I hope that collie chokes on the wing nut I lost.

Rent

Rent is due at the ol' house in Maryland and I decided to stop by my landlady's office to drop off the check instead of mailing it to her, since I was driving past her place anyway. Or, I thought I was. Fifteen minutes after I got lost in several tiny subdivisions, I didn't find her office. In fact, the address was to her home. Cautiously, I tried to slip the envelope in the door-side mailbox, in fear of being made to come in and have awkward coffee.

I imagine a stranger lurking around one's mailbox at night must be disconcerting, but seeing a little woman peer out a door gripping an aluminum baseball bat is not much fun either. Her mood did brighten when she recognized rent-paying me.

If there is one thing I've gathered about my landlady, it's that she firmly believes there is no such thing as too many porcelain Virgin Marys on the inside of a house, nor too many porcelain sparrows on the outside.

I've already licked next month's stamp.