10/12 today. 3 hours to go. Post-dinner gronk has set in.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Mom just repurposed a windex bottle.
Ugh. The bins are located in a dark alley. No lights. about twenty cans. Where's the garbage from previous events (I say previous because the caterer denies it being his)? In front. On the ground. With 18 empty bins unreachable behind. In my heels, in my skirt, in my favorite blouse, I point my cars headlights at the mess and dig through the pile to get to the empties. There's a kid from the catering co. begrudgingly helping me. Handing me bags. Meanwhile, what I'm sure isn't just rainwater is dripping all over my clothes, my forearms, between my toes, and this kid is being a little fucking nancy about having to help lift the heavy tub that is *their* garbage into a bin.
Fuck you all.
The brides parents were nice, though.
I'm off with my bottle of wine.
Stephanie, Downy makes a spray wrinkle-releaser.
I used that for when my cats became electrified.
If you have two weeks, Stephanie, I'd just hang them and wait. You don't want to just iron them?
The house that hung a NM flag when I was looking, an MD flag when I bought...is now hanging a rainbow flag. And there is a cat in the window. God, I moved into the right hood.
How are people doing tonight? I'm home watching who reruns.
Winding down with a highball and watching Burn Notice.
Man, I have a flash-temper. Wish I could take the punches and have the perspective within the moment to react properly. Rather than cuss the world and think badly of everyone. I sat at a desk all day being bored. The waitstaff with the garbage were walking up and down a muddy slope in the pouring rain all day serving wedding guests in the garden.
Couple of bottles of wine here, bored out of my mind.