Oh, and about the 13th...
Suffice it to say it was one looooong day.
That's probably because it started insanely early. As in: 11:00am, 6-12-2004.
That was when I got up, after I finally got to sleep after locating the pissed off kitten in my room at 7:00am. (She was in a corner of the closet that I needed a miner's helmet (with a lamp on it?) and a map to find...)
What cats? HOW many? Dogs, too?
Yes. Since the major project of cleaning this place back around my birthday, it's been pretty easy to keep up with. Even when I let the dishes congregate for a while or DON'T keep up with the wash to the degree that I wash Eric's clothes even if he only had them on for 14 and a half minutes like he always says, I've been able to not only keep up easily, I've also managed to get some of the things done on my "Bitch Do" list. (That's my version of the "Honey Do" list that I make for myself...) So, yesterday I not only finished the wash and vacuumed and re-did all the animal stuff and the usual shit like that, I actually dusted the living room. With Pledge, even. Hey man, I even did all the cabinets in the kitchen and every where else. If it's any kinda wood, simulated or otherwise, it got Pledged. I even "Pledged" the kitchen ceiling. (Repeat after me, please... "I, state your name..." *pause* "I, state your name"... they repeat back verbatim... Thank you... Thank you ver' much...) Still, it's shiny. The carport is... simply awesome. I want to hang out out there, now. Have ya ever seen a two car gargage so stuffed with shit that only one car can fit and there are paths thru said shit to various other spots in said garage? Well, that was what the carport was like and it's not even big enough for two cars to begin with. Sheesh. There's so much room out there now, you can park the car in it and walk around the entire car like a normal person instead of schoochin' along side-steppin' like a deranged country line dancer. On crack. With no music playing. That was always fun when unloading groceries, let me tell ya. Anyhoo... The house is clean, the yard is newly landscaped by WonderBoy, a.k.a. 'Eric' (who knew he did landscaping? Not me, man...wow.), the carport has been re-claimed in the name of 'ME', the horse's stall is ship-shape (quickly checks to make she used a 'p' and not a 't' in that first word...) and it's gorgeous.
It's also very strange, cuz I keep wondering whose house I've accidentally wandered into and where'd they get my cats from? Oh, yeah... our house. Forgot. (I'm still kinda punchy from no sleep...) (Heh.) Around noonish yesterday, we 'passed' a kind of 'inspection', as it were. Then, we took a little road trip. (Don't let me forget the whole "Porsche analogy" from that experience as soon as I can say anything about any of it... Gawd.) Got home around 6? 7? I dunno. It was still light out. Had some dinner and went to bed. It was stll a little light out then, too. Got up at 3:30/3:45am and here I am, sluggish, bleary-eyed and suckin' back coffee. (Christ, I wish I got that 'caffeine charge' thing people talk about....) It's overcast and perfectly not hot or cold. It just IS. Birds are chirpin', calves are bawlin' a bit, but... is it supposed to rain? Better still... do ya's WANT it to rain? If ya do, I can go outside with the intent to ride Storm. It'll go on and rain then. If I crawl back to bed for a while, it'll get nice out. Til I get up, anyway... Yeah, that reminds me... if anybody around here ever needs it to rain, just let me know. All I hafta do is wash my hair and get out across a field, away from the house and it'll rain, sure as shit. Kinda like washing a car, without the waxing part. I should charge for it, it's so fool-proof.
Guess I'll go decide by
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