Okay, I was going out to wash the car...

Did that.
Detailed the inside.

Came in, started cleaning. Laundry, dishes, etc. 'Bout 10pm, Eric mentions that some guy cleaned out his house and left all the shit in "the mall", which is what we call the "dump area" out back.

We walk up there, each with a flashlight and after poking around about 9 seconds, realized this was NOT gonna be a "carry out" deal. I came back to the house and got George and his truck.

We all fiddle farted around down there til about midnight. We had a half a p/u bed full of cool shit.

Everything from a really nice dart board to silverware to a Homedic chair massager to thermoses, knifes, teddy bears, Tupperware, clocks... man. We got a ton of shit.

I have nearly alla that integrated into the house already. I did that all day today while they were here.

Yeah, they showed up.
Less than three minutes before that happened, I went to the store and shit. Got my freshly cleaned, oh so gorgeous boy some new floor mats, too.... (Yes, my car is a guy. It must be... it has balls and I just KNOW there's a dick hidden on it somewhere, the way it aggravates me to no end at times... besides, it's got a Speedy Gonzales sticker across the top of the back window that says, "Bad assed toys aren't just for boys.", which means it's a chicks car and what chick wants to drive a female, ball-less, loser car? Right? Riiiight. My car is a guy. This I know...)
Anyway, I did my shit and came home.
They were here.
I was nice.
It was fine.

Actually, Eric and Joe took off together, fartin' around outside, she fell asleep and I kept plugging along on the house.

I'm about to clean the rooster and rabbit cages again and finish the wash and if it goes like I want it to, I'll have the (ex)Christmas lights up around the perimeter of the ceiling.

Oh, and I made another cinnamon swirl cake, this one with vanilla icing.

And, I made tacos and hand cut fresh all the shit that goes on top of them.

Now, Eric is out, taking care of the horses, so I'm gonna go draw him a hot bath. Then, I'm gonna straighten up the bed and keep cleaning. I've been awake so long now I can't even remember when I got up right this second and I hafta work tomorrow and I just wanna see how far I can go... how much I can get done before.... either I pass out or it becomes 8:30am, and I hafta leave.

And, Mad Wm.... I know yer right, but... it still kinda makes sense to me to avoid people you know would do shit to hurt you without batting an eyelash. Even if they DO behave better than you expect.
It's still frickin' scary to expose yourself.
Or, it is for me....

See, partly what sets my mind to be this way is, if they hurt me, especially after I go outta my way to avoid them, then they really do suck. If I knowingly expose myself and I get hurt, then it's MY fault.
Or so I've been told approximately 92,417 times... so far.

I dunno.

Back to cleaning....

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 07:16 PM

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