Nuke me up, Scotty!
(Originally posted Sunday 10-03-04 5:15 p.m. on Gaia)
Oh it must have been February or so. Our Microwave, a newer model than the previous one, broke down on us.
Yes, ever since February, we have had no Microwave, no Delightful Nuker of Leftovers, and it has been a hard, hard experience.
The parents only just now got around to buying a new one, and Dad just nuked the microwave popcorn he bought two months ago, forgetting that the microwave was broken.
And I'm thrilled, because now I won't be burning my leftovers in the toaster oven anymore.
We also got Trickster's Queen by Tamora Pierce. Yay. And me being the compromising soul that I am, agreed to not BICKER OVER IT LIKE THE LITTLE KID I AM and let mom read it first. After all, I want to read the first book in the set, Trickster's Choice again. We also got the next book in the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher--I heard a rumor that Sci Fi is thinking of making that into a TV series. It would so rock... if they did a good job, that is. And a new Lackey. I wanted Exile's Honor, which is in paperback... but mom got some other one of hers, Outstretched Shadow or something. *sigh*
So I am a happy camper. I haven't had new books in too long.
We fleabombed the house today, because our idiot flearidden mongerel, no matter that we give him two fleabaths a week, still spawns the little bloodsucking specks like fiendish mass-production factory.
And we got a spray to squirt on the dog and cats, hopefully to help MURDER THE REST OF THE DAMN LITTLE BUGGERS!!!
*seethe*
*seethe*
*cough* Damn fumes.
Seriously. I keep all of the animals out of my bedroom, and I put down carpet flea killer and vacuumed it up after two hours (the canister said 30 min) and I walked across the bedroom floor this morning... and stood in one spot and looked at my feet.
It was as though I was sprinkling a pepper shaker over my feet. Only the pepper shaker was full of DAMN FLEAS.
*thinks it's theraputic to use scream and vein overmuch*
Hopefully they're dead now. And hopefully we'll be able to destroy the colonies of fleas which inhabit the dog like the multitudes of lichen and fungus which inhabit fallen logs in soggy climes.
If I could, I'd get the dog one of those giant plastic "I just had surgery and they can't trust me not to stupidly lick my wounds open again" cone, and wrap flea collars around his legs, neck, body, and tail. Only we have a toddler in the house, and flea collars are toxic.
And now I get to go get ready for work, because I'm working for a whole hour and a half this evening.
Oh it must have been February or so. Our Microwave, a newer model than the previous one, broke down on us.
Yes, ever since February, we have had no Microwave, no Delightful Nuker of Leftovers, and it has been a hard, hard experience.
The parents only just now got around to buying a new one, and Dad just nuked the microwave popcorn he bought two months ago, forgetting that the microwave was broken.
And I'm thrilled, because now I won't be burning my leftovers in the toaster oven anymore.
We also got Trickster's Queen by Tamora Pierce. Yay. And me being the compromising soul that I am, agreed to not BICKER OVER IT LIKE THE LITTLE KID I AM and let mom read it first. After all, I want to read the first book in the set, Trickster's Choice again. We also got the next book in the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher--I heard a rumor that Sci Fi is thinking of making that into a TV series. It would so rock... if they did a good job, that is. And a new Lackey. I wanted Exile's Honor, which is in paperback... but mom got some other one of hers, Outstretched Shadow or something. *sigh*
So I am a happy camper. I haven't had new books in too long.
We fleabombed the house today, because our idiot flearidden mongerel, no matter that we give him two fleabaths a week, still spawns the little bloodsucking specks like fiendish mass-production factory.
And we got a spray to squirt on the dog and cats, hopefully to help MURDER THE REST OF THE DAMN LITTLE BUGGERS!!!
*seethe*
*seethe*
*cough* Damn fumes.
Seriously. I keep all of the animals out of my bedroom, and I put down carpet flea killer and vacuumed it up after two hours (the canister said 30 min) and I walked across the bedroom floor this morning... and stood in one spot and looked at my feet.
It was as though I was sprinkling a pepper shaker over my feet. Only the pepper shaker was full of DAMN FLEAS.
*thinks it's theraputic to use scream and vein overmuch*
Hopefully they're dead now. And hopefully we'll be able to destroy the colonies of fleas which inhabit the dog like the multitudes of lichen and fungus which inhabit fallen logs in soggy climes.
If I could, I'd get the dog one of those giant plastic "I just had surgery and they can't trust me not to stupidly lick my wounds open again" cone, and wrap flea collars around his legs, neck, body, and tail. Only we have a toddler in the house, and flea collars are toxic.
And now I get to go get ready for work, because I'm working for a whole hour and a half this evening.