Not that I hopped right to it or anything, but...
So far, I've not only fixed the dog pen and gotten those two numbskulls outta here, I've also located the perfect tool for a certain lil job I have to do and I also fixed the stupid screen door.
The closer thing is gone on it, so it mostly just hangs open, unless we stick a bungy cord on it. That'll make it shut, sure, but if ya have the stupid thing done up too tight, it'll also take yer foot off.
George replaced the cord the other day and it was so tight, it could about throw ya into the livingroom closing, so I just fabricated an adjustment for it without having to compromise the integrity of the cord.
Yay, me.
I asked George to do that, too, as it has these little teeny, tiny screws ya hafta undo to get the globe off, which is a pain right in the balls when you have half inch long fingernails. I have a pair of pliers ready, so maybe it won't be the fustercluck I expect it to be... that is usually is. Ya know what kills me?
This crap I'm just breezing through so easily is "man shit", kinda, to do. Fixing doors, fixing enclosures, fuckin' with obstructionist lighting fixtures, wielding hatchets (yes, I managed to work in a little "hatchet time", too...) ... all man shit, mostly.
By the same token, house cleaning, laundry, animal husbandry (when the animals in question are 4200 cats, at least)... all the shit I find sooo hard to do, is female crap. Doing guy crap is easier and more fun for me. Da fuck's up widdat? Of course, if I'd felt like doing this shit in first frickin' place, I'da not asked a guy to do it.
Shoulda known better. Oh, and I killed one of my flashlights, purely by accident.
See, if somebody (George) had changed the stupid lightbulb in the mudroom like I asked, I'd not have needed the flashlight to find my barn boots, which I needed to go out into the rain and mud to fix the dog pen and, thus, wouldn't have dropped it and broke off the bulb in the head of the thing. *tight grin* See how that works, do ya?
I don't come up with shit to ask people to do just for shits-n-giggles.
There's usually a pretty damned good reason.
Like, preventing future problems. Or, saving a worse hassle later. Or, because it's gonna be some kinda "mass-beneficial" in some way. Like that matters. Nobody ever listens to me, either. (I say "either", because it goes so well with nobody ever telling me anything... *smirk*) Okay... off to feed the dogs and change that bulb.
Then... who knows? I'll letcha's know when I figure it out.
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