I am going to borrow
a concept from the Kardashians to use in my post today. Go ahead. Start judging
me. I don’t even care.
The Kardashians are
my guilty pleasure. I have several episodes of Kim and Kourtney gallivanting
through Miami sitting on my DVR as we speak. Rumor had it that the sisters were
staying at the Waldorf in NYC last weekend, which happened to be the hotel
directly across the street from the hotel I stayed in. I wanted to stand
outside and stalk them all day, but I had a wedding dress to buy and stuff.
Anyway, a little Kardashian household tradition is for the family to go around the dinner table and announce his or her peak of the day and pit of the day. Because I really like this concept (or maybe I just really like the Kardashians), I am going to talk about the peak of my week (so far) and the pit of my week (so far).
Peak.
You know that really
awesome believe necklace that I wrote about a few weeks ago? I bought it in
Oxford when I was visiting my brother, and it instantly became my new
obsession. Well, it broke last week after only a couple of weeks of wearing it.
1. It wasn’t cheap and 2. It was quickly becoming my favorite accessory
(besides my engagement ring, obviously).
Anyway, I bought it a
few weeks ago and didn’t have the receipt so I was almost positive that Private
Gallery wouldn’t exchange it for me. Thankfully, I was wrong. I marched myself
into Private Gallery yesterday, told them what happened, and they instantly
offered to exchange it. The only problem was, they didn’t have any more of the
necklaces that said believe. Luckily the sweet little sales girl went to look
in the back, and sure enough there was one more left! YAY!
I know have my second
favorite accessory sitting happily around my neck once more.
Pit.
My air conditioner is
broken. May in Alabama with a broken air conditioner is intolerable.
Temperatures here hit 90 degrees this week. My air conditioner is blowing air,
but it isn’t blowing cold air. The temperature hasn’t reached below 78 degrees
in my house since yesterday morning.
My apartment complex
promised to come out and fix it “just as soon as possible,” but they won’t
enter my apartment without me being there because I have a dog. You know, my ferocious
15-pound shih-tzu mix who has never growled in his life. Which now means that I
am going to have to leave work early today to go sit in my sauna of an
apartment while maintenance attempts to fix the air conditioner.
Can I go back to NYC
now where the temperature was in the low 70s? That would be great.
