OMG THAR MIGHT BE LEAD IN BUKS SO B& TEH KIDZ FRUM TEH LIBERRY.
Seriously. Seriously. What in the actual fuckety fucking fuck is that?
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Home from the country. Tired. Still need to go to store. Got to see some family friends I don’t see often and pet, feed, brush, and ride horses. The boy horse was very much like a 1,200 pound golden retriever and liked to have his nose kissed.
Otherwise, how I spent this weekend was about the opposite of how I wanted to spend this weekend. Exhibit A: lovebugs. Millions of them. So many lovebugs you could not sit outside without immediately having fifty mated pairs of lovebugs land on your person and in whatever you were drinking. Don’t even ask about car front ends. Also, I have the “oh no you didn’t” jingle from the Mercenaries 2 commercial stuck in my head.
Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.
So I took today off to clean house and take care of some other errands related to most excellent plans for the long weekend. Now I’m eating some lunch before I go attack the living room.
I discovered a little while ago that a bottle of bleach leaked on the carpet. Why I had a bottle of bleach sitting on the carpet at all, I don’t even know. It’s just a small spot that could be covered up easily by–I don’t know, a shoe or something, fortunately, but there is a very bright bald spot on the floor.
But the kitchen and bathroom are clean. The living room just needs a dust-straighten-and-vacuum. The bedroom looks like a bomb went off in it, but most of the debris is stuff that can be shoved into the closet.
Also, apparently Pringles now makes a Pretz doppelganger. I have a box of the pizza kind. Om nom nom.
Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.
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