* * * Fred sent me the link to this video yesterday morning, and I immediately favorited it. It makes me cackle every time I watch it, and I think I’ve watched it about ten times. YouTube link I’m not a big fan of their other stuff, but this video is HILARIOUS.
New (to me) shelf unit (I need to do something about those hearts – paint them or take them off, or something. I don’t like them the way they are) with my salt and pepper shakers on display. On top, the chicken!
I don’t know why I find it so strangely appealing. I just do!
We rented some movies on the way home and pretty much took it easy for the rest of the evening. We started watching Freakshow (well, Fred did – I just read), but gave up on that after about a minute and a half. We watched Planet Earth: Pole to Pole – the first Planet Earth show we’ve seen, and it was AMAZING, I highly recommend it – and then watched Music and Lyrics, which we liked.
We were almost done with the movie when the spud told us that she’d turned the washer on and only a trickle of water was coming out. Fred went to investigate and ultimately discovered that a big water main had burst somewhere (he found that out by calling the water company).
I got all worried that I might need to flush the toilet in the middle of the night (if it’s yellow let it mellow, etc), so at 11 pm Fred and I were standing over the pond, me with a flashlight, he with a bucket on a rope, dipping water out of the pond so that if the need arose, I could use pond water to flush the toilet.
“I know ONE THING,” I bitched at him while little insects swarmed around my face. “Come Monday, I’m going to buy THE FUCK out of some gallons of cheap bottled water and keep them in the garage in case this happens again!”
I got up a couple of times during the night and checked the water. It didn’t come back on during the night, but Sunday morning Fred woke me up around 7:30 to let me know that it was back on.
I was a little relieved that I wasn’t going to have to use nasty pond water to flush the toilet, to be honest.
Sunday was a puttering-around-the-house day, but I felt like I got a LOT accomplished. I got the computer room straightened around so that my printer’s off to the side instead of sitting in the middle of the room like it was before. We moved the recliner out of the computer room to the front room, so that now we can use the side door to come in and out of regularly. The side door is just more convenient to use, and I moved a table from the front room to the computer room so Fred will have a place to drop his keys and wallet when he gets home. I finally started hanging up pictures, and it’s amazing how just hanging up some pictures makes a world of difference.
I balanced the checkbook and paid some bills, moved all the empty boxes from the corner of the computer room to the guest bedroom closet (why have such a big closet if you’re not going to use it for storage, after all?), straightened up the closet, scrubbed out the litter box, and myriad other small tasks that needed to be done.
There are still things to be done around the house – pictures to be hung, stuff that needs to be stored somewhere – but I think it’s really coming together nicely.
Tomorrow, I’ll post random pictures of stuff I’ve done around the house.
I made beef stroganoff for dinner (it was really damn good – a Cooking Light recipe I’ll post later this week), and we had ice cream while we were watching TV (GET OFF MY BACK, IT WAS MOTHER’S DAY!).
Speaking of TV, skip to the next paragraph if you haven’t seen the season finale of Survivor. WHAT A FUCKING TRAVESTY. Fucking Dreamz, what an asshole. I’m tempted to just never watch this fucking show again in my life, but I know I’ll never give it up because I’m an addict. I haven’t watched the reunion show yet (I’ll do that later today), but I can guarantee you that Dreamz did NOT take the truck with the intention of screwing over Yau-Man. You know when he decided to screw over Yau-Man? When Yau-Man said the words “If you change your mind.” I could see the fucking lightbulb go on over Dreamz’s stupid fucking head when Yau-Man said that, because you know what? It never occurred to Dreamz until that point that he COULD go back on his word. Also, I have to confess: From about the midpoint of the season, I’ve been calling Dreamz “the dumb blond” because he sounds like such a fucking airhead. (Yeah, yeah, I know – people who live in glass houses. SHADDUP.) Fred predicted that it’d be a unanimous vote for Earl, and I wasn’t that surprised to find that he was right. That was also the assiest-acting jury I’ve ever seen in the history of that show, between Lisi and Alex. Even Rocky wasn’t as much of a douchebag as those two, and when Rocky’s less of a douchebag then you are, that’s when it’s time to take a quick jump off a high cliff, hear me Lisa and Alex?
Annnnnd that’s all I have to say about that. ‘Twas a good weekend, and now I’m sitting here waiting for the guy to come replace the windows on the second floor of the garage. I suppose while I’m waiting I’ll go put groceries away, do some laundry, and maybe vacuum the fucking house (it is, after all, a day that ends in “y”).
I love it when Maxi and Newt rub up against each other.
Sometimes The Boog gets overwhelmed with being outside and starts acting like a jerk, so The Daddy has to pick him up and carry him.