Betsy and I went shopping today. First stop was a Sears parts and service location where after about 45 minutes of wrangling we managed to get (for free) the parts our new cooktop has been missing since it arrived. (This after phone calls to Sears Service, and making a trip to this location before, etc.) This was much more of a hassle than it should have been, in my humble opinion, but as usual when you get the right people on the phone problems seem to resolve themselves! In this case, the key was getting the original salesman who sold the cooktop to our landlord's representative. But we found ourselves asking, "Why are we doing this?" Answer, because we wanted it done ASAP! And considering how long it took just to get this cooktop, we simply didn't trust the landlord's agent to get the job done expediently.
Since it was next door, we decided to see what the Sears Outlet store had to offer. I never dreamed we get so much for $150: I got a bunch of jeans and khaki's, a robe, and then Betsy got several skirts and tops. Score.
Next was Home Depot--and that's where I had the Hank Hill moment. Actually, several of them. Nothing will make you feel more like a middle-aged white guy than comparing the labels of various brands of grass seed, fertilizer, patching mix, etc. We even spent several minutes comparing shovels before picking the best one for our purposes. We also got a rake, a hoe, a seed and fertilizer spreader, lots of flower seeds, and even a wheelbarrow! Cue Hank Hill impersonation now: "I don't care for those fancy carbon-fiber shovel handles, I-tell-you-what."
By the time we got home it was too late to do any more yard work, but at least we're well prepared for next weekend.