I didn’t see this before I hit submit. I’m sorry you’re having to rough it Ma Ingalls style.
But…since you’re washing machine shopping, I must say that I just LUUUURVES the Whirlpool Duet set that I got a couple of weeks ago. No more unbalanced loads; clothes that are nice, bright, and CLEAN! No more coming upstairs to clothes that didn’t dry in the dryer because my new dryer has a dampness sensor and automatically recalculates how much drying time is needed.
I don’t have any chocolate here, or I’d send some through the drive.
You know, I would love to have my place vacuumed, too. Or I would if I hadn’t vacuumed yesterday. Can you come by next week?
The really great part about the questions about mind control and suicidal thoughts and paranoia was that the question wasn’t, “are you having these thoughts?”, it was, “how much do these thoughts bother you?”
Not at all! I enjoy my homicidal rages and the radio broadcasts from Mars!
Sleeping in rocks. And any requests for me to do housework or sell cases of merchandise must, as for Rebo, be accompanied by a suitable quantity of chocolate. A couple of pounds should do it.
Today will involve doing as little as possible, plus maybe going to the beach. More on the circumstances surrounding the latter event later.
They don’t give you any other options? So, the basic assumption is that you are indeed disturbed in some manner and need to hone it down to certain specifics…that’s messed up, that is.
There is little girl somewhere near here, screaming and shrieking. I hate that. I am so glad I discouraged it in my daughter–it sounds awful. Why would it be fun to scream constantly? Shaddup obnoxious girl type person!
Oh, and I am now quite poor. Washer was over 1000 smackeroos. I may turn to prostitution–I hear it pays well.
The Kid surprised me with a call last night at 11. “Dad, Carlos says I have a nail in my tire, but we put air in it and I can get home…”
So my morning was changing so the spare is on, send HER to Discount Tire to get the thing fixed (Don’t look at me like that…SHE hit the nail, and the tire has a gaurantee…)…
She was crabby about it, because I got crabby when it turned out she’d been leaking air in the tire for 2 days and didn’t tell me (“I kept forgettng…”) until last night.
So I de-stressed with a 2-hour long ride through town, along the river and back here. I just checked the route on Streets & Trips, it looks like I did about 17 miles. Felt good too.
Now, a shower and off to a graduation party for our friend’s kid Kim, who starts law school in the fall. Yeah, the world needs another lawyer, huh?
rigs, If you latch on to a sugar daddy, it’s not technically prostitution, I think. I keep telling the wife that when the lottery money comes in, I’m going to set some PYT up and be her sugar daddy. I guess that’s why I never get to buy the tickets, huh?
Poke chops for supper. It’s raining now. FCD cut down my work table, and he’s now hanging my towel bar. Robert is watching TV. The critters are crashed, waiting for me to feed them - not for another hour, critters!
Pretty much the only way to be a sugar daddy is to be a multi-millionaire, right? If nothing else, that’s what I learned from Marylin Monroe and Rosalind Russell. Did I just make a MM and RR reference? Dang, you’d think I was gay or sump’n.
It is waaaaaaaaay hot here. Thus, we have been at the pool. I came in a bit ago and showered. ACBG is showering right now. I’ll put my company smashed taters (N.O.T.… it just does not get old!) in the oven in a bit so they’ll be all nice and piping hot to take to dinner. I have some of those Pyrex[sup]TM[/sup] tote thingys that have those hot or cold packs that keep food hor or cold, accordingly. I like em.
The taters (N.O.T.) are baking away and making me hungry!!! I’m all dressed and even remembered to set the two bottles of wine we’re taking out so we don’t forget them (this time). I cracked ACBG up a minute ago. He said, “It’s hot out, so I hope we’re not dining al fresco.” I said, “I don’t care what anybody else does, I ain’t eatin’ dinner nekkid.”
It’s been raining all day. Despite that, I got a lot done. Woke up relatively early, got my hair cut, bought a couple of shirts. I tried on polos, but well, here’s a little secret that I will only reveal to you folks–I look unbelievably stupid in polos. Og forbid I ever have to wear them for any reason–it ain’t going to be pretty.
If I ever become wealthy, I think I’m going to be the sugar mama of a few cute young things. That would be fun.
