I have to say I much prefer big-box hardware stores to Breed and Company. I'm okay with shelling out a little extra money for the whole shop locally thing, and usually I like the stuff small businesses carry better anyway.
Breed and Co. is the exception. It's more annoying upscale gift boutique than hardware store, the markup is atrocious, and half the time I end up having to go somewhere else to get what I need anyway. Worst of all, it is packed with intimidatingly coiffed women with permanent I-smell-shit lines carved into their mouths and foreheads. They obliviously block the aisles as they examine the decorative birdhouses, trying to find the very, very best one for themselves. Meanwhile, their bored husbands either hover nearby or wander over to the tool section, listlessly picking up hammers and putting them back down.
It doesn't matter what they're doing, though; at every turn, they all manage to be right in my way, the whole furrow-browed lot of them. You try muscling through that crowd for a garden hose or a pack of screws. From now on, I'll go to Home Depot, where at least the aisles are wide, the air smells comfortingly of lumber, and everyone is there for a reason.
Well, enough of my hardware store preferences. Let's talk about completed road work. (What the hell is wrong with me?) We drove on the brand-new, free-for-now toll road tonight.
We went to see Roo play soccer way out in east pfucking Pflugerville, right where S.H. 130 passes through, so we thought we'd take it toward home and see where it dumped us off. On U.S. 290 quite a bit east of the flea market, as it turned out, but it was really fun to drive on a fresh, smooth multilaned highway without another car in sight for miles. That never happens around here, so we felt kind of rich. Eat a dick, I-35 driving suckas!
Roone, not running
Oh, and Roo's team tied after being down 0-1 for about 7/8ths of the game, by the way. We even saw him run. It was actually pretty exciting. All right, RooRoo! Way to hustle, etc.!
Okaybye.