Remember to always make room in the shower.. for your beer and watch out for midgets at the goodwill

This is a very important lesson I learned from rooms.  Rooms, roomsky, or roommate when I'm mad at her, is Emily.  My current domestic partner.  We work well together.  We both keep weird hours and like drinking beer.  Our "grocery" shopping lists are uncannily similar.  Bread (for toast), butter, 16 oz container of 2% milk, kraft mac n' cheese, 18-24 pack of either miller light, coors light, or bud light (we like to change it up), cheese, wheat thins, coffee, and once in a while something grown from the ground or tree.  I've gained a lot from rooms; the ability to lose things such as keys, more often.  I've learned that thrift store shopping for clothes, books, and wall hangings are amazing.  And I've learned to always make room in the shower for my beer.  If you've never had a beer in the shower, I highly recommend it.  It makes taking a shower relaxing and fun at the same time!  When you get out of the shower, usually there is about 1/2 of said beer left, which is nice to partake in while blow drying your hair or putting make up on.  One thing we disagree on, however, is decor.  I'm pretty easy.  I don't really care about what hangs on the wall, unless its offensive.  Although we are pretty liberal here.  We have crafts from around the world.  Day of the dead skeletons from spain, aloe plants from La Mesa, a porcelain cat that looks like its from China, photographs from pacific beach, candlesticks from a dissolved marriage, and a lot of children's books.  One day, rooms came home from the thrift store with a wall hanging.  At first I thought, "oh thats nice that we will have something hanging on the empty wall above the fire place".  The place is beginning to look festive.  However, as time went on, and I actually looked at the painting, it started to freak me out.  It is creepy.  I will attach a photo, tell me what you think.  But I think that there is a old lady ghost in the creepy lace covered window.  Like I said though, I don't really care.  Last weekend, rooms and I were talking about our living room and discussing why we don't really use it that much, in the five months i've lived here, we've turned the TV on twice, once just to see if it worked.  The conversation started out with the couch, it sinks in the middle, and we talked about ways to improve this.  I mentioned that I thought the reason that I don't sit in the living room much is related to the "creepy picture".  Rooms became outraged, she could barely control herself as she ripped the painting off the wall.  There was a scuffle, no one was injured.  And now, the creepy picture is hanging on her wall above the very computer I'm sitting at right now.  It is haunting me.  But it is rooms' room, and she is allowed to express herself in any way she wants.  SO, then after our "fight", I decide to go to the thrift store to see if I could find any wall hangings so that Rooms won't be mad at me anymore, a sort of peace offering.  I had great success, I purchased many things.  Three dresses, a pair of jeans, four new books, a bubba keg (Jenn- I couldn't pass this up!  It was only three dollars and its giant), and a NEW wall hanging, all for 30 dollars (don't judge, I am helping people learn how to work).  The wall hanging was a nice poem about friendship.  It was a little old school, but it goes with our "grandmother's house" decor theme of the living room.  I walk up to the counter and my favorite goodwill point loma store clerk is working.  I don't know her name, but everyone knows who she is because she is a "little person" (is that the politically correct term?  I figure since on TLC they have a show called "little people, big world").  Anyways, she is diligently packing up my new treasures and sees the wall hanging.  She becomes very excited about how nice it is, and begins to read the poem aloud, and then comments on how much she likes it.  I sort of chuckle to myself because, in all reality, I'm not taking the wall hanging seriously.  I bought it not for the aesthetics, but rather the irony of it.  Me and roommate got in a verbal/physical argument about a wall hanging, so I bought her a wall hanging about friendship in order to make up for it, plus it matches the grandmother theme.  So I go home, and have to get ready for work, rooms is at work so I was going to wait to give her the wall hanging the next day.  I get home in the morning, am all excited to give it to her.  Go through my goodwill bags and the wall hanging in NO WHERE TO BE FOUND!  I can't believe it.  I can't believe that I left the goodwill without checking my bags for everything and I am pretty sure that the worker had to have it, and made that happen.  I'm going to try to go back, but I'm pretty sure it will be gone forever.  So lessons learned..... remember to make room in the shower for your beer, and watch out for midgets at the good will.