The folks & I are heading to the bank on Friday to start the process of the home equity loan. Whether or not I can get off work determines whether I’ll be driving down to Columbia to go to their branch, or if they’ll be driving up here so we can go to my branch (and I still have the opportunity to get in on time).

And what with USPS posting job openings - uh, today! - things are really starting to look up. I’ve already made the decision that if I get the carrier job with the Postal Service I’ll still do the pizza delivery thing a few nights a week — hopefully that way I can repay my parents in about a year, then I can start thinking about buying a house … and more importantly, a Jeep*!

(Also, if her comment here is even half right, here I come Federal Hill & your big, gorgeous parking pads and roof decks!!!!!!)

There is, however, bad news. My grandmother is coming down for a visit next week, and she wants to see my apartment. This means I have to do some serious cleaning. An air freshener or two probably wouldn’t be out of … oh! I’m going to have to try to knock out all of my dirty laundry!!!!

I have Thursday (day) off. Somehow I think I’ll spend most of it vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing, and throwing quarters at Henderson-Webb.

A friend keeps suggesting I throw a party to celebrate the process of getting out of debt - specificly, a “paint the kitchen” party since I had previously told her I wanted to paint it neon green and brighten the place up (it’s small … it needs brightening). So, here’s the deal: when I’ve got a career job, everyone who wants to is invited to come over, help me move everything out of the kitchen, paint it, and afterwords (and during, just promise not to paint Guy green, okay?) — BEEEEER!!!!!

And with that, I present you the Fridge Shot (redeux):

*Lime green, manual, 6-cyl