We ventured out to go to Walgreens last night, and the roads were even worse than they were on Friday because everything had refrozen and been packed down overnight. We had a near miss with a stuck FedEx double-tractor-trailer rig, so that was fun. It’s supposed to get up to about 40 today, but back down in the 20’s tonight, which doesn’t bode well for trying to get to work tomorrow morning. Over it.
Made it approximately 50 feet before I realized that it was like being hooked up to a sled dog with ADHD on an ice rink and there was no way it wouldn’t end with bruising and/or swearing, at best, or a trip to the ER at worst. So we turned around and came back. He was not pleased.
T and I are mostly on the “no” side of having kids. I got the following two snippets from his trip to Minnesota to see his sisters and their progeny:
Re: the 10 year old- “he’s like a real person now! Like, he’s a little dude!”
Re: the 2.5 year old and her < 1 year old brother- “oh my god, she took something out of his hand then there was just wailing and she got put in time out and I just had to go away for a while”
So yeah. Send us your 10 year olds. We’ll start there.
- Potholder (my laundry room is also my kitchen HAVE I MENTIONED THAT WE’RE TRYING TO BUY A HOUSE WITH A REAL KITCHEN???!)
- Twist tie
-Collar stays (these seem to multiply all over our house)
-Matchbook from local bar
- Dog hair (gross)
100% of these things just got trashed
So I’m going to see D in Cali next weekend. She just dropped a bomb on me that her (illegal immigrant) boyfriend’s (illegal immigrant) dad wants to buy the building they’re living in, and they want her to sign for it. She wants me to look at the paperwork. I AM NOT AN ATTORNEY. I have just enough real estate experience to be dangerous. I have no problem with the fact that they are illegal immigrants. I have a problem with them wanting to get my girl involved. Jesus Christ. I just wanted a vacation.
I was outside with Walt, smoking a cigarette and I saw our super cool single mom neighbor pushing her kid around on the ice in a Rubbermaid tote box (it’s Texas; we improvise!; WE DON’T NEED YO SLEDS), so I went over to say hi, and it immediately escalated into her saying “maybe we could come over and watch movies later!” NO. NO NO NO. Not because she and her kid aren’t great; I am just not the “have people over for movies and hot cocoa” type. Not in this house anyway. There’s barely room for two adults and a giant hellbeast, much less a perfectly nice woman and her perfectly nice kid.
But that retard has been laying out in the hardened sleet on the ground all damn day, and I’ll bring him in for 20 minutes, then he wants to go do it all over again. Never fails to amaze me.