The list just got bigger:
In a little less than 64 hours, Dansy will be arriving for visitation. I’m trying not to get giddy like a tween at a Bieber concert (see here), but it’s damn hard. This weekend, instead of working on homework and studying for a final, I helped Lady Friend clean the guest room. All musical gear is ready for getting the band back together to play some New Meat. I also made a list of some bad movies for a weekend viewing marathon. We can’t watch Piranha 3-D since it won’t be out yet, so we’ll have to resort to other badness. Here is what I have so far:
White meat, dark meat—all will be carved.
At this point, I don’t even care if the backyard explodes. I’m so done with this gas line project it’s not even a fart in my mind.
The gas company is coming out on Thursday to turn it on. Just in time for Dansy to come and use all our hot water.
This morning, I went out to the laundry room to grab some socks and as I was heading back into the house, I stubbed my toe on the long piece of leftover gas pipe on our back porch. Why I put it on the porch, other than to cause myself pain, I will never know. My first thought was that I broke my pinky toe, until I look down and see my toe sliced down the side and the blood droplets all around. I managed to keep my cool and not faint, but my hack bandage job was not good enough. An ibuprofen later and I was wincing my way through driving Lady Friend to work and then myself to work/school. I hobbled my way to work and tried to just suck it up. My fear got the better of me as I thought the cut was too deep and needed to be stitched.
I got a ride over to the new urgent care on campus and they gave me a tetanus shot and put some Skin Stitch super glue stuff on it to seal up the wound. I then gimped my way across campus just in time for my class.
I feel like throwing a Gas Party on Thursday to usher in the new era of pain-free, hot water, stove cooking, happy times of forgetting this crap ever happened. There will be a piñata and a game called “Pull My Finger.” It will be spectacular.
We were at Home Depot today and I was looking at various things. I wanted some mosquito dunks to put in the swamp cooler, because those little mother effers have been biting my legs and ankles for the last few days. In general, the bug population has exploded thanks to all the rain we’ve been getting. With every good thing comes some sort of annoying bad thing.
I realized while looking at the mosquito dunks that I already had some at home, but then I noticed a bug zapper for $25 and it looked promising. It promised to kill bugs = promising.
We bought it and I hung it up on the back porch. There were a lot of bugs going toward it, but nothing was zapping and they seemed to just be sticking to the grid that supposedly zaps them. They just flailed around as if they got stuck in some super glue. So I unplug it and look at it and read the instructions and look at it some more. I don’t know if I should bring it back (caked with bugs having little mini seizures) or if I should try to take it apart and figure out how the mechanism works that doesn’t seem to be working.
While I was looking at it, I started to think that these bugs are really annoying, but they are also din-din for my lizard friends. If I kill all of them, my lizard friends will starve. “Please, sir, may I have another?” I don’t want my lizard friends turning into poor malnourished children who always want handouts when I walk by their cardboard boxes in the backyard. Perhaps I will attempt to fix the bug zapper, and perhaps my efforts will be unsuccessful.