First off, our new living room floor. Ghost's pee job finally got too much for us to bear and we gave in and ripped up the carpet (huh, first I typed crapet, which is what it had definitely turned into). This is one of those prelaminated thingamadoos that is supposed to oh so easily snap together. Um, not so much, much swearing and a mallet was heavily involved. It's nice, but it really shows the kitty footprints, they must have hella sweaty paws or something.
EEK!
I thought a bird had rudely shat upon my screen door because there was a big blob on it, and then when I went outside to clean it off, I noticed that the blob was writhing about. So I hauled ass back into the house, and then of course stood behind the door and blew on the blob and watched the itty spiders kersplode out and skitter away, and went back outside to take pics of them so I could make all my spider loving friends screech.
Annie is writing a novel, she's way over 100 pages (handwritten) at this point. She tried to explain it to me, people can move atoms or something, and it's heavily influenced by her love of all things Japanese, and there's cool weapons and such.
Al waiting for Terry to pick her up after her first real day of work, she got the job I wanted in the bakery and she kinda keeps rubbing it in and Ima gonna kick her 18 year old ass out if she doesn't stop it. No fair she gets to fondle donuts all day while I'm stuck frying chicken and shaving people's meat.
When I tried to climb up to the top of the slide to well, spy on the neighbors (there had been all sorts of heavy machinery sounds from back there) I broke through the rotted rung (seriously, it was rotted, my ass isn't quite as fat as it used to be) and we decided that the swing set was regrettably coming to the end of it's journey. And for some reason it made Terry all emo and he had to take pics of the slide. I want to knock the whole thing down, burn it in the fire pit, and get a nice old person swing/glider thing going back there.
New screen door installed by Terry this past weekend. Ghost had turned into a jailbreak artist and he could just muscle the last one open, which means we had to keep the door closed all the time and with the weather being so hot lately it was becoming a pain in the ass. So, yeah stupid Gho$t costing us yet more monies to put up a new door with a latch and a handle.
Hah! Suck on that, hairball. You can bang your pointy head on that all day and it's not gonna budge. Just give up and go find a window. I can almost see the emo tear running down his itty fuzzy face.
