Apr 15 2008
Untitled. It’s The Vodka Talking.
Note: My apologies to Ms. Holepit. Apparently I spelled her name incorrectly. And she’s running against Jim Nabors!
What do I have for you all today? Not a whole hellalot. Everyone is home, safe and sound. Well, Mr. Hot did come out of the hotel this morning and find out that he had a flat tire. No, not him, personally, but my baby-car. Wal-mart - that W-by-gawd-V mecca of shopping - didn’t have the right tire. Buford the Wal-mart guy called his buddy over at Sam’s Club, Cletis. Cletis came through - except it’s a Michelin tire (and the other three are Firestones) that cost about what 4 new tires cost me for my old ‘74 Mustang.
They made it home in around 5 hours. This should scare the ever-lasting-crappe out of me. It would have taken me 7. I blame it on his obsession with Burnout. And my obsession with actually making it home in one piece.
Then we had to take the basement door off so that 24 could carry all of his shit downstairs. When we first talked about him moving in, he said, “Oh, I have a desk and my clothes, that’s all.” Um, unless he has a wooden, metal and glass wardrobe, there’s a hellalot more than clothes that went downstairs today. Mr. Hot already told me that the desk wasn’t in today’s haul, so I know that’s not part of the 327 trips up and down the stairs that the three of them made.
Now the door doesn’t rub and opens easily. (You find this funny, don’t you? Shut up.) It didn’t fit before. Which was actually a good thing, because it closed. And it took some muscle to open it. Now, though? It swings open and won’t stay closed without latching it. That’s okay, y’know, when no one, is, y’know, living down there and may need to actually come upstairs. I’m not Jame Gumb. So, the door needs to be adjusted to not fit. Yes. This is my life.
—- Then we had Taco Bell for dinner, and I’m drinking vodka and limeade. Waiting for Jon Stewart (who I am going to marry some day) to come on so I can go watch. —-
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You know I went to college with Jon Stewart, right?
And am I a bad person to hope that this is the beginning of a great series of stories about you and your menfolk?
I’ve been spring cleaning all day. Gotten exactly half a room done. Pass the vodka, hold the limeade.
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Taco Bell and vodka: interesting combination… Jon Stewart: he’s one of a kind, very funny!
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Good god that makes my hellish day seem tame.
And I cannot sleep unless I watch Jon at night.
then I have WONDERFUL Dreams.
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Glad Cletis could come through on a tire, and everyone is home where they belong. Continue on with you Vodka and have one for me. Little Dude, it turns out, has a nice massive ear infection, so I’m in for another fun-filled night of waking up with him.
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yeah.
they move back.
it’s why i moved to new york, gave them a po box for an address, and have yet to show them where i live when they come to visit.
momma didn’t raise an idiot.
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Hey, glad they made it back OK. The speeding thing gets me, too.
And Jon Stewart. He REALLY gets me. LOL!
Happy Wednesday - Heidi
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Do you have heartburn? Because Taco Bell, it is packed with the heartburn. Not the vodka. That’s medicinal.
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Take the grease out of the middle hinge. A little engine cleaner or similar on a damp rag will shift it, and then it will squeak more. Or you could try adding a little water to the top of the door, to make it swell up a bit.
Welcome to the land of NoFoodInYourFridge. You’re going to hate love it.
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Taco Bell and Vodka. Isn’t that more of a Monday dinner?
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She’s running against Jim Nabors? THE Jim Nabors?! She’ll get her ass kicked!
Glad they’re all home safe!
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How funny–people always think they have less stuff than they actually do.
Crazy about the door.
I just finished moving Team Testosterone into ONE room per their request. How long will it last? Let’s just say I’ve no plans for the now-empty bedroom because I’m not stupid.
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Ahh things I have to look forward to..kids coming back home. Right now I am just trying to get them to age faster so they leave.
Don’t let my wife hear you had Taco Hell for dinner…Real Mexicans don’t eat at Taco Hell, according to her. Its is ironic tho, since our daughter now works there. HAHAHA
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I love Taco Bell.
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From the sound of things you might need more than vodka, I’m just sayin’.
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I was gonna say that you ought stock up on the vodka, but it looks like Fannie beat me to that sentiment. How fab that 24 is around, but oh em gee, that’s a lot of menfolk for you to have to balance out. I see much Taco Bell in your future.
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You can’t marry Jon Stewart until our affair has petered out. And so far I’m not done with his peter.
Can I just tell you that, after I play Burnout too long, I sometimes get behind the wheel of my car and think like I’m still playing it. It can freak out my shit, I don’t mind telling you.
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