"The most well-documented flood in history."
The Mom of the house had left last week to visit her mom, leaving Bun-Bun and I to watch after Bran and the animals. Thursday night we decided to do a girls' night out, but since Bran invited Shelley along...
For those unaware, Bran - Bun-Bun’s younger and moderately less evil sister - is dating a young man we’ve given the moniker Percy Bysse Shelley. Why? Because of an earlier conversation when Bun-Bun was taking Romantic poetry.
“What’s this? “I fall upon the thorns of life; I bleed.” Fuck you, Shelley! Pussy.” Bun-Bun, to Kiki, RE: Romantic Poetry.
Of course, Bun-Bun and I, occationally with Bran's help, picked on Shelley the entire night. He's taking it better, and giving back better...for a boy.
He’s got brains. - Bran
Oh, is that what’s on his plate. - Bun-Bun
Careful, don’t hack up a lung, there. (laughing, while eating, turned into caughing, and nearly spitting) - me
Too late; it’s next to my brains. - Shelley
Oh…hey, that’s hot. Oh yeah, I can taste it now. Agh! Steam, out my ears…water! - Shelley
What did you try? - me
The spicy chicken. - Shelley
Huh, and it was spicy. Imagine that. - Bun-Bun
So he’s door inept, wall inept, and chair inept, in addition to being illiterate, and not being able to count. So, why is your sister dating him? - me, while Shelley was refilling his plate
Spare parts. - Bun-Bun
(Bran, laughing so hard she can't breath, grabs her side. "Oh, it hurts! Ow!")
Bran pulled her arm-pit muscle. - me
Bran pulled her re-tard muscle from hanging out with Shelley. - Bun-Bun
If he’s on something, he needs to get off. If he isn’t, he needs to get on something. - Shelly, about one of his teachers
He talks about crack a lot. - Shelley
Butt? Or street? - Bun-Bun
Both. - Shelley about same teacher as above
What did you think I said? - Bran
Nothing. It didn’t make any sense. - Bun-Bun
So what did you hear? - Bran
NAS time. - Bun-Bun
Nas time? Yeah, of course. Nas time. - Bran
Hey, boys and girls, it’s NAS time. - Bun-Bun
We’d call it ASS time, but it’s a public station. - me, as Bran was walking way
Why are you dating him? - Bun-Bun
We can laugh at him. - Bran
I can laugh at my cat too, but I don’t want to marry him. There’s a species barrier there. And…well…there might be a species barrier here too. - Bun-Bun
You can take out his brain and replace it with that of a higher mamal any time now. - Bun-Bun
You’ve bot a trained bitch; make it fetch. (a reference to an earlier discussion: ...oh yeah, bitch? - Shelley
Don't call me a bitch, bitch. - Bran
Other quotes:
If I get two inches of penetration, I’d be happy. - Adam, from Myth Busters, about a “cross bow” he’d made out of newspaper, which is about to be test shot at balistics gel
Personally, I like a little more than that. - Jamie, and his dry sense of humor
And as for the quote that titles this journal, we had a water incedent in the basement over the weekend. Everything's turned out alright; the sewing room/art room is clean, and currently holding the boxes of rubberbanded books. (Because, of course, the pipe was directly above the bookshelf. Luckily only one vertical section, of three shelves, was effected. But, boy, were parts of it effected.)
The stuffed animals are in the freezer, where they will stay for a couple of days. This should, in theory, freeze-dry the last of the moistier out of them and kill mildew before it starts. The upstairs looks great; we, meaning mostly Bun-Bun, seconded in help by me and partially helped by Bran, cleaned the entire first floor.
Once Mom got back home, we showed her all of the pictures, taken with the Christmas digital camera, of the flood damage. The dripping inselation, the wet floor, the "book penguins" marching infront of every available register, and a few that had to be cleared away. We had trays and tables full of drying books. It's hard to believe it once looked so bad, as good as it looks now. But we only have to look in the garage, which is still full, to remember.
As I said, everything's turned out all right. The house looks good again. Michael's had let me switch my hours so I could help out here in the after noon, when most of the clean-up would happen. On Monday we were able to put in the final touches on the rooms and I made some phone calls. Bun-Bun and I have tickets to three Shanandoah Shakespear Express performances, and my college still has my senior art show. I'm going to pick it up at the beginning of Febuary, between the two SSE performances. They'll go down in the sewing/art room for now, which is highly generous.
And I think that's everything recient. I haven't had time to post, as for the last couple of weeks I've worked Sun, Tues, Wed, Thurs, so I've done house work on Mon and Friday. But I'm covering for someone's later shift today, so here I am. Or was. You know what I mean.
For those unaware, Bran - Bun-Bun’s younger and moderately less evil sister - is dating a young man we’ve given the moniker Percy Bysse Shelley. Why? Because of an earlier conversation when Bun-Bun was taking Romantic poetry.
“What’s this? “I fall upon the thorns of life; I bleed.” Fuck you, Shelley! Pussy.” Bun-Bun, to Kiki, RE: Romantic Poetry.
Of course, Bun-Bun and I, occationally with Bran's help, picked on Shelley the entire night. He's taking it better, and giving back better...for a boy.
He’s got brains. - Bran
Oh, is that what’s on his plate. - Bun-Bun
Careful, don’t hack up a lung, there. (laughing, while eating, turned into caughing, and nearly spitting) - me
Too late; it’s next to my brains. - Shelley
Oh…hey, that’s hot. Oh yeah, I can taste it now. Agh! Steam, out my ears…water! - Shelley
What did you try? - me
The spicy chicken. - Shelley
Huh, and it was spicy. Imagine that. - Bun-Bun
So he’s door inept, wall inept, and chair inept, in addition to being illiterate, and not being able to count. So, why is your sister dating him? - me, while Shelley was refilling his plate
Spare parts. - Bun-Bun
(Bran, laughing so hard she can't breath, grabs her side. "Oh, it hurts! Ow!")
Bran pulled her arm-pit muscle. - me
Bran pulled her re-tard muscle from hanging out with Shelley. - Bun-Bun
If he’s on something, he needs to get off. If he isn’t, he needs to get on something. - Shelly, about one of his teachers
He talks about crack a lot. - Shelley
Butt? Or street? - Bun-Bun
Both. - Shelley about same teacher as above
What did you think I said? - Bran
Nothing. It didn’t make any sense. - Bun-Bun
So what did you hear? - Bran
NAS time. - Bun-Bun
Nas time? Yeah, of course. Nas time. - Bran
Hey, boys and girls, it’s NAS time. - Bun-Bun
We’d call it ASS time, but it’s a public station. - me, as Bran was walking way
Why are you dating him? - Bun-Bun
We can laugh at him. - Bran
I can laugh at my cat too, but I don’t want to marry him. There’s a species barrier there. And…well…there might be a species barrier here too. - Bun-Bun
You can take out his brain and replace it with that of a higher mamal any time now. - Bun-Bun
You’ve bot a trained bitch; make it fetch. (a reference to an earlier discussion: ...oh yeah, bitch? - Shelley
Don't call me a bitch, bitch. - Bran
Other quotes:
If I get two inches of penetration, I’d be happy. - Adam, from Myth Busters, about a “cross bow” he’d made out of newspaper, which is about to be test shot at balistics gel
Personally, I like a little more than that. - Jamie, and his dry sense of humor
And as for the quote that titles this journal, we had a water incedent in the basement over the weekend. Everything's turned out alright; the sewing room/art room is clean, and currently holding the boxes of rubberbanded books. (Because, of course, the pipe was directly above the bookshelf. Luckily only one vertical section, of three shelves, was effected. But, boy, were parts of it effected.)
The stuffed animals are in the freezer, where they will stay for a couple of days. This should, in theory, freeze-dry the last of the moistier out of them and kill mildew before it starts. The upstairs looks great; we, meaning mostly Bun-Bun, seconded in help by me and partially helped by Bran, cleaned the entire first floor.
Once Mom got back home, we showed her all of the pictures, taken with the Christmas digital camera, of the flood damage. The dripping inselation, the wet floor, the "book penguins" marching infront of every available register, and a few that had to be cleared away. We had trays and tables full of drying books. It's hard to believe it once looked so bad, as good as it looks now. But we only have to look in the garage, which is still full, to remember.
As I said, everything's turned out all right. The house looks good again. Michael's had let me switch my hours so I could help out here in the after noon, when most of the clean-up would happen. On Monday we were able to put in the final touches on the rooms and I made some phone calls. Bun-Bun and I have tickets to three Shanandoah Shakespear Express performances, and my college still has my senior art show. I'm going to pick it up at the beginning of Febuary, between the two SSE performances. They'll go down in the sewing/art room for now, which is highly generous.
And I think that's everything recient. I haven't had time to post, as for the last couple of weeks I've worked Sun, Tues, Wed, Thurs, so I've done house work on Mon and Friday. But I'm covering for someone's later shift today, so here I am. Or was. You know what I mean.