Went to Wal*Mart yesterday; replaced the band on my watch (which broke in September), and bought an iron and some patches for my jeans, which are starting to develop worn patches which I want to forestall as long as possible.
I'm kind of surprised that I had to buy an iron; I could have sworn that I owned one, but thinking about it I can't actually remember ever buying or using one aside from my mother's. I also was almost absolutely certain that Dave owned one, but he claims he does not. So now I own a (relatively inexpensive) iron.
I have an idea bouncing around in my head which is threatening to develop into a full-blown setting. Hopefully I'll be able to bring it to fruition before it collapses in on itself.