I've neglected to share my conversation with JZ this morning.
I turned on the TV while I was eating cereal and the TiVo was picking up something under its own initiative. I watched for about a minute.
Me: "Jacqueline! You have to come see this."
JZ:
[comes over. Watches for a minute.]
"So. Is this Korean furry mpreg? And why is it on PBS?"
See it was an asian guy in a large bunny suit. With white paint on his face. Doing...exercises. And his bunny suit had a very large pregnant looking belly.
The name of the show was
Fruity Pie.
It looked like a mandarin language children's show.
Are there any easy ways to get gasoline smell off your hands?
Okay, I'll go fire it up. But once I'm done, what do I do with my bleeding fingertips?
Tell everyone your new guitar is hell.
You people are funny but not very helpful.
Lemon juice sometimes removes odors. I don't know about gasoline, though. Who'd you douse, anyhow?
See, this is why war sucks. Because my husband should be the one with gas on his hands and I should be offering helpful suggestions involving belt sanders.
The battery in his car was dead and it was low on gas. I got the battery re-charged but I didn't want to chance driving it to the station because who would get me if it died. I got some gas in one of our gas cans but when I poured it in the tank it leaked.
ETA: Also, there is now a small almost-dry puddle of gas on the garage floor. I don't think that's very good, but I'm hoping evaporation will take care of the problem.
Wash up with baking soda. It works for other stuff, it might work for gas.
I have something like 15 weeks of sick leave banked. I don't use it that often and it rolls over, year to year. It is something I lose upon leaving, as opposed to vacation, which they'll pay you for.
