It's been an interesting weekend at The Hellhole. On Saturday we went to Lowe's so I could buy some supplies for minor home projects - a small can of stain, a small varnish, spray paint, stuff like that. Then we went mattress shopping, intending just to look and check prices but Mattress Firm had a Labor Day sale going on. Have you heard of the Tempurpedic mattresses, that don't transfer motion? We thought we'd take a look at those, since CERTAIN PEOPLE around here tend to flail about a lot more than others, not that I'm pointing fingers...well, that much is true: they really don't transfer motion at all but it's like lying deep, deep, deep in a bucket of Jello. Not what I had in mind. After trying out a number of sets, and jumping up and down on only a few before getting caught by a sales associate, we found a great bargain on a Stearns & Foster set and decided to go for it, especially once we learned they could deliver it later that evening. That accomplished, we went to Linens N Things where we bought a lovely featherbed. The mattress we bought is ultra-firm and, topped with the soft featherbed, which is a very thick layer of feathers with a layer of pure down on top, it's just heavenly. It sits up a lot higher than the set I had before; you can see pictures of my new bed here.

I saw no reason to leave the lovely, feathery bed-o-bliss for the rest of the weekend, but CERTAIN PEOPLE felt that we needed to go grocery shopping. The grocery shopping itself is unimportant, but our comings and goings caused us to be in a position to make certain observations. This brings me to some terrible news about which it's difficult to blog. I know this is going to hurt some people, especially my dear friend Nancy, but there's no way to sugarcoat it so I suppose 'out with it' is best. My unruly, garbage-impaired neighbors, the Door-Slammin' Family From Outer Space, have MOVED. Tragically, their absentee landlord didn't want to renew their lease for another year. Why, I simply cannot imagine, as they have only broken EVERY. SINGLE. WINDOW. in the shed and almost none in the house proper; the Christmas tree that they left in the yard is no longer visible, having been absorbed by other trash and bracken; the fence has only lost another seven, eight posts during their tenancy and they eventually got rid of almost all of the garbage that wouldn't fit in the carport and the shed. I mean, they're IDEAL tenants. I don't know what implications this will have for my blog, as it will definitely put me at a shortage for good material.

In the meantime, I've done several things on my projects list, read a book (collection of short stories by great horror writers), slept two of the best sleeps of my short life and eaten at two of my favorite local restaurants. I KNOW! You'd almost think I DIDN'T EVEN CARE about the loss of my skanky neighbors. I'm going to have to go further afield for good material. On that note, check this out - it's a subdivision we pass on the way to and from the grocery store. Now, I hate to debate semantics here, but it's not exactly 'hidden' when it's got a big honkin' sign at the entrance, now is it?!? Ponder that, if you wish. I'm going back to bed.