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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Busy but here

I did not eat the computer. Go me. I did however eat quite the helping of spaghetti and meatballs last night. I never did my own meatballs before but they seemed to turn out ok. How hard can it be right? My husband especially liked it when I said "Come eat my balllllllllllllls, people." We are such a lovely addition to the neighborhood.
I am very proud of the husband. He finished like 90% of his to do list. My grass is cut, the siding that he ripped off the house is replaced, and my new dealio I got from Kohls is up. He replaced the outlet that we thought was bad but it turns out that it was fine, but whatever. Today he had to go to court on behalf of his dad about the land thingy from a while back. I am not sure what they had to go in front of a judge for, but whatever. Since FIL is not in a "let's go to court" kind of way the judge allowed my husband to go on his behalf. I should fucking hope so. I just got back from a walk with the Pooper who, for whatever reason, is right up my ass today. Wanted nothing to do with Daddy this morning - it was all Mama, all the time. I woke up in the middle of the night and he had scooted his ass up to be right in between us and was RIGHTUPAGAINSTME. The only thing I could figure is he was chilly and I kept him warm. I am good for that.
Today is more work, a trip to Mecca for some misc stuff and clean the house. I wish I had brought my cam with me on the walk this morning because on one of the streets I walk down, they are doing the "let's put the furniture out at the curb" thing. I hate that. I do know that the house was empty since the hurricane and when I pass by at night, there are two guys in there working away on whatever, but (a) the furniture is fugly and (b) it does not belong at the curb, for God's sake. Borrow a truck and take that shit to the dump. Y'all gotta see this shit, too. It's like that really bad 1970's brown plaid deal. NICE. I'd be chapped if I lived across from them and had to look at that shit.
I am trying to post a pic of the Pooper and Her Highness but fucking Blogger is being a bitch. Does it not know that I am hormonally challenged right now?

Elizabeth at 9:38 AM

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at 9:53 AM Blogger Tammy said...

When hubby is done, can you send him to my house? I gots lots of stuff to be done!! :)

I hate people who put their shit on the curb. Lazy asses.

 
at 10:50 AM Blogger Spikey1 said...

Well at least I dont have to cut my grass now...

 
at 11:04 AM Anonymous Anonymous said...

First, when I read 'and my new dealio I got'; I thought it said dildo. I was like...Whoa!! SFG's gots it goin on! Then, I realized my mistake.

Yea, anyway.

Glad your hubby was able to go for your FIL, thats very cool.

Go back and get pics! What are you waiting for?

;-)

 
at 5:49 PM Blogger Melanie said...

I'm gonna have to use that balls comment!

 

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