Oh, whut a day and the fucker ain't over yet...

I've been awake since sometime yesterday.
I don't even remember since what time.

All I had planned for the day was to get to the bank.
Get a shower and do today what I was prevented from doing yesterday in a timely manner by circumstances beyond my control... which really pissed me off.
(If I don't get the checks deposited by 3pm on Friday, they don't clear til TUESDAY, instead of Saturday sometime and yesterday they weren't even OUT anywhere near in time for me to make it in time and I know why and it was STUPID and... it's over with now.)

Anyway, shower, bank... that was all that was in my mind.

I'm upstairs this morning, in the bathroom naked, getting ready to get into the shower when I hear Tyler barking his miniscule brain out.

My first thought was that it was that fuckhead Jose and I wasn't gonna answer it.

Then, Ty started again and I said, "Fuck", ripped out the ponytail, threw on jeans and a shirt and came down... to the Bosses head sticking in the door into the (then) horrifying house.

He was bringing us a box o'beef and his house was FUCKED up.
(Told ya's...)
(Well, fucked up for HIM to ever see, anyway...)

I was mortified.

Then, to make it even better, HE STEPPED IN!!!!

If ever the ground was gonna open up and swallow me up, then woulda been the time.

Here's ninty-'leven cats, needing-to-be-changed catboxes, grocery bags all over the table, shit sittin' around, just general chaos.

He's studiously ignoring the situation he's standing in, pretty much, but...
He tells me to stuff as much beef in the freezer as I can and he'll be back in a few minutes, he's running down to the other house he rents out (to what has to be the King of White Trash with all the shit, cars, appliances and whatnot he's got scattered around the yard down there) down on the corner and he'll be back to pick up what I can't fit in the freezer.

I said, "Oh yeah, I know that house. It's the one with the yard that strongly resembles the inside of this house right now... okay. See ya in a minute..."

That got me a grin.
(Thank you, God...)

He goes, I stuff and when he got back, I told him, "Look, it looks like you're working today, SO, I'm gonna work too and before you get done and go home today, I'll have this place the way it USUALLY is and I'll come getcha and you can see it, okay?"

"Oookay", he says, nodding his head and looking very interested (and a tad skepticle, I must admit. I just took that as the challenge... *grin*)

So, off he goes and I start back upstairs to the shower and there's Eric, just waking up and heading down.

I told him the Boss had been by with the beef and had, in fact, been in the house and was coming back later to see what it's s'posed to look like and... Eric fuckin' lost it.

"Oh great! He saw it like this?!!? Well, you may as well start packin', 'cause I'm fired and we're gonna be kicked outta here because of these stupid cats!!"

Do I even need to try to describe my reaction to that?

Let me just say, that I "went the fuck off" and made his goin' the fuck off look like pouting.

I was so fuckin' pissed the fuck off, I skipped the shower (ew) and just went to the goddamned bank and when I got home, he and George went to a car show down the road for a few hours.
Thank God.

Once they left, some "high gear" I wasn't aware I possesed kicked in and I busted ASS and had all but the floors done by the time they got back.

I got the floors done well before the Boss got done his stuff and when he came back and saw the house, he LOVED it.

Said more'n once, "Well, this looks LOTS better" and was smiling to beat the band.

THEN, he said, "So... you guys are lookin' into buying a (small) freezer? Where ya thinkin' of puttin' it?", looking around the front room.

So, I go through the whole explanation about George seeing small chest freezers at Home Depot or someplace pretty cheap and the guys were thinking of putting it in the back porch/mudroom, but I hafta clean it out/up first.

So, then, the Boss says, "Well, okay. That's a good place for it. Let me know when you get it cleaned up out there and we'll getcha's a freezer, then the next time a cow breaks her leg, I'll just stuff her in there for ya's."

(Found out later the beef we got today was a broken-legged cow out in the barm yesterday... Talk about the ultimate recycling program. And, FARM FRESH beef... *giggle*)

So, basically, it went from "We are DEAD" to he's buying us a freezer.

Guess I got the house clean enough, huh?

Then, when Geroge and Eric first got home, Eric comes right up to me and apologized for going off and meant it and gave me the best hug I've had in a loooong-assed time.

THEN, he and George go tearing off again and go buy me a new recliner at a yard sale down the road for $10.

It's blue, a rocker, reclines all the way out flat and doesn't need to be cleaned with Resolve.

Cool.

NOW, they're out by the garage building THREE of those huge clothes shelves I mentioned before.
One for our room, one for George, one for Jr.

And, the only thing I have left to do downstairs is wipe down the microwave and coffee pot.
(And, make a meatloaf for dinner, go grocery shooping and put that shit away, then downstairs is DONE.)

Upstairs, the laundry needs to be done, so the bathroom looks like a coupla closets puked on the floor, but, other than that....

I'm actually almost done here, finally.

WAY later tonight, after they've all gone to bed and provided I don't just pass out in a heap my own self, I'll be going back and checking the previous posts about this "spring cleaning in the fall" project and see if I've forgotten anything.

Hope I haven't.

It'd be nice to be done.

Then, I could fuck off in peace.
No little voice in my head naggin' me about it anymore.
Or, big external voices, either.

And now, I hafta race like a piss horse, I need another cuppa coffee (IV, please) and I need to get the wash started.
And, make a meatloaf.
And...

*sigh*

Back later.

Peace, peeps.
*snerk*

Posted by: Stevie at 05:17 PM

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