Bachelorette
Yesterday, I took Keith and a coworker of mine to the airport so they could fly to Texas and join a Wisconsin crew that's down there fighting fires. They'll be gone for 2-1/2 weeks. I had mixed emotions about Keith being away so long, but mostly I was excited because I'd have the house to myself. Finally a reprive from hunting, self-defense, and "how to shoot a gun through your windshield at an assailant" type TV shows! No more stinky tater-tots baking in the oven every other night stinking up the house! My evenings could instead be filled with classical music and books, vegetable quesadillas, and Sex and the City re-runs.
My excitement turned to frustration very quickly however when I realized that I was going to have to shovel the 10 F%#*ING INCHES OF HEAVY WET SNOW that fell today BY HAND, BY MYSELF because I didn't know how to run the antiquated snowblower that's sitting in the garage.
Dammit.
My excitement turned to frustration very quickly however when I realized that I was going to have to shovel the 10 F%#*ING INCHES OF HEAVY WET SNOW that fell today BY HAND, BY MYSELF because I didn't know how to run the antiquated snowblower that's sitting in the garage.
Dammit.