Invisible Banks & the 2-signature policy, + dishwasher problems (today)

So yesterday, following Trish's return from the Invisible Pizza Hut (her days seem to be improving), we walked over to the Iron Claw Credit Union, feet hurting in my hips (now that's a first, probably arthritis), only to find that they no longer have 2-signature accounts. We went ahead & signed the damn papers, but on the way out, told Trish we should choose a different bank. Then she became cranky, even as we ate at El Taco Loco. Generic chicken quesadilla, Spanish rice: we both had the same, + water (see how good the water tastes when it's mixed with Kool-Aid powder). Some type of Mr. Fruity or macho Indian, mostly just because of my "staring", even though I'd deliberately sat by the bathrooms, insisted on commenting on me being "sick".

I ignored him. Trish did some chores, we went over to Albertson's to pick up some air-fresheners, only to find we had refills, not PlugIns.

Listened to the College Station awhile, but then mis-dialed their request line, so I got some horny young woman who wanted a date. Did the same thing another time, she said, "You dialed the wrong number agan." Love will tear us apart, again & again & again, sort of how career-girl covers also do.

Slept in this morning, after waking up 2 times in the middle of the night. Trish fixed generic oatmeal, all by herself.

Coffee, a generic transition point between brecchie & lunch. We ate some canned sketti & meatballs, started a load of dishes. Almost as soon as Trish left, I fell asleep, woke up with the cycle not yet completed. I immediately moved it a bit; finally quit before I checked my email & did my usual slaying of spam.

The song is over.