Thurzday

This morning, those guys who come around every week to steal your trash showed up. Charlie was having none of it. It is HIS trash goddamit so leave it alone. He made his intentions known, however, the fierceness was somewhat muted by the catfood can he had in h is mouth and refused to put down. Charlie likes to eat al fresco and especially likes to lick the juice from a cat food can. kali likes cat food juice as well so whoever gets the can first holds onto it. despite the fact that the slowpoke to the can gets a bit of catfood instead of just juice, the juice is the prize. Idiot dogz.

And speaking of idiotz. I was watching Toddlers and Tiaras last night. Yes I know, little girls parading around dressed like miniature hookers and shaking their money makers in inappropriate ways for four year olds. Anyhow, there was one family who, or is that whom, I wanted to smack silly. Not only did they have no idea of the use of apostrophe esses, as if "she MY daughter" but their english was so bad, they had to close caption it so we could understand them. Oh no, they weren't emigrants, they were americans but dumb americans. Ok so if that wasn't bad enough, the theme of the pagent was around the world and the girls were supposed to represent individual countries. Al little four year old had Portugal and part of her skit involved bull fighting. There is bull fighting in Portugal, in fact they don't kill the bulls only really piss them off. I wondered then, how many people knew that there was bullfighting in Portugal and was rather impressed that the mother knew. But then we got to She my daughter and can you guess which country she chose? Africa. AFRICA as in the continent of and I'm guessing that She my DaughterAXually thought that Africa was a country. Good god in heaven. MOm... spend some of that time you wasted by arguing with your sistah as to who's routine was the best and get you some EDDICation. Africa, my dear god.

House update, the badly burned joists at the back of the house have been replaced and a floor is in. A plumber comes out Monday to run the pipes, followed by an electrician. Josh was at the meeting with Michael and the builder and filled me in on some things. the basement door will be steel because it will cut better to install the doggie door, the BIG doggie door. We had the dogz with us when we first met with the builder and now he knows how big they are.

We area almost done with our inventory and the tallying of the receipts and I am trying hard to keep my patience in explaining things over and over again to the old Poop. but really... three times in one short conversation. Maybe I should send him an email.

I got a little panicy last night thinking about all we have to get for the house, plus we need to give the sons the money for their losses and I desperately need dentures (hence the pig pic on my Facebook page) and the old Poop wants to go to the ocean in the summer and us with no vacation money. Old Poop tells me that I'll worry myself into an early grave. I don't do this to myself on purpose. It's as if I'm going along all nice and cheery and a nasty little gnome creeps up on me, whispers dire things into my ear, bops me on the head and runs off... giggling and cavorting while I lie sleepless, my gut in a knot. I'm going to catch that creepy gnome guy one of these days and squash him flat. All I need is a gnome gnet. Anyone have one they want to use or should I maybe order one from that country known as Africa.

It's a wonder I can still pass for sane.