In Which You Thank God You Were Not There
(X-posted to ivanewert.com, which x-posts to facebook. Look, if you know a better way to tie all these together, let me know, yeah?)
So bear with me.
It's hot out today, over ninety-five degrees; but the lawn desperately needs mowing, I have no clean laundry, the garden has once again become the red line for feral and diarrhetic cats, and I've got a wedding to attend in the early afternoon.
I get the lawn mowed while laundry is in the works. Each pass with the tractor in the heat saps more of my already none-too good sense, especially as I am more interested in being done quickly than things like a hat, sunscreen, or hydration. Once this is done I go to the garage to gas up the mower.
The muddy clothes I wore to paintball last time - you know, June 5? About 42 days ago? Yeah, they're still in a plastic sack in the garage. And have been all through this heat wave. Without ever being touched.
A common mind might wrinkle his nose and toss the bag, but I am mindful of my proud Scottish ancestors! Waste not, want not! A penny saved is a penny earned! Also, these are a pair of my better skivvies here! I can hose them off, scrape them down, then throw them in as a separate load of laundry!
This is where it gets harder to explain, but the following thoughts are important. Bear in mind that I am crazed with sun and heat.
1) I'm hot, sweaty, terribly sticky. I'm going to shower immediately. Off with the t-shirt.
2) Oh look, I'm wearing my good work belt. Silly me. Off with the belt.
So, I'm half-dressed and ready to hose down an entire suit of clothes in the yard.
NOW. The following are not thoughts, but things, which are important to know.
1) I've been better on my diet lately and have lost several pounds.
2) It's laundry day. Certain articles of clothing may have been sacrificed until I am finished working and showering.
This is the bit where the laugh track gets uncomfortable, and rightly so; for the audience slowly realizes that a shirtless dude going commando in pants made for his previous size may experience certain issues.
What they may NOT realize is that said issues may occur while hosing down a pair of mud-caked underwear in the yard.
I have personally done more today to lower property values than any of the local dealers. In its own small way, that's something of an achievement, don't you think?
So bear with me.
It's hot out today, over ninety-five degrees; but the lawn desperately needs mowing, I have no clean laundry, the garden has once again become the red line for feral and diarrhetic cats, and I've got a wedding to attend in the early afternoon.
I get the lawn mowed while laundry is in the works. Each pass with the tractor in the heat saps more of my already none-too good sense, especially as I am more interested in being done quickly than things like a hat, sunscreen, or hydration. Once this is done I go to the garage to gas up the mower.
The muddy clothes I wore to paintball last time - you know, June 5? About 42 days ago? Yeah, they're still in a plastic sack in the garage. And have been all through this heat wave. Without ever being touched.
A common mind might wrinkle his nose and toss the bag, but I am mindful of my proud Scottish ancestors! Waste not, want not! A penny saved is a penny earned! Also, these are a pair of my better skivvies here! I can hose them off, scrape them down, then throw them in as a separate load of laundry!
This is where it gets harder to explain, but the following thoughts are important. Bear in mind that I am crazed with sun and heat.
1) I'm hot, sweaty, terribly sticky. I'm going to shower immediately. Off with the t-shirt.
2) Oh look, I'm wearing my good work belt. Silly me. Off with the belt.
So, I'm half-dressed and ready to hose down an entire suit of clothes in the yard.
NOW. The following are not thoughts, but things, which are important to know.
1) I've been better on my diet lately and have lost several pounds.
2) It's laundry day. Certain articles of clothing may have been sacrificed until I am finished working and showering.
This is the bit where the laugh track gets uncomfortable, and rightly so; for the audience slowly realizes that a shirtless dude going commando in pants made for his previous size may experience certain issues.
What they may NOT realize is that said issues may occur while hosing down a pair of mud-caked underwear in the yard.
I have personally done more today to lower property values than any of the local dealers. In its own small way, that's something of an achievement, don't you think?