perfect

my apartment is currently perfect. there isn't a crumb, hair, or dusty to be seen. today was going to be my open house. due to technology, the open house will be on wednesday. yesterday i seriously considered staying in a hotel until then. it's very hard not to touch or eat anything when it's your own house.

ian and i went shopping yesterday. i found the perfect silver strappy sandals. they only had size 5 left. when we go back on sunday, i'll ask if they can order a 10 in for me. they weren't too high, just simple, and cute.

but i couldn't find a long shirt. the kind that crinkles at the bottom. all the kids are wearing them. i saw some at pacific border, in the window, so i'll see if i can pick one up there.

last night, yvonne and i went to ang's house... well, dalia's, but ang is staying there. anyway, we had popsicles and veggies and hummous and tzatziki.

oh, and we saw a car get hit... again!

i decided to go down her street from the west side, although there is usually parking on the north side, so it wasn't a smart move... because there was parking on the north side, not the south. we turned around in a driveway, and a car waited for us. then the car backed up to let us go. they were driving too fast backwards, and too close to other cars i thought. and then yvonne saw the car lurch and i heard a crash. i noted the plate... you know, just in case... and as we pulled to the side we saw the whole side of the car smashed in.

we decided, because i wasn't 100% sure about the noise, and yvonne didn't see it hit, just the lurch, to write that their car may have been hit... unless this is old damage, give us a call. but then a neighbour came down and was like, are you alright? so we explained, and he said he had come down because of the noise. he added a note to ours, which we changed to, we saw your car get hit, and then we went to ang's. this morning, i got a phone call from the lady. i didn't answer, but i will call her soon.