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verbicideHoly fuck. How is it 5:30pm 10:30pm??
I woke up. Went to work. Worked a bit late to get some time off on Monday. Got up to clean flat and promptly fell unconscious on couch with a Hobbsie sprawled across my torso. Oops. It was a wayward streak of sunlight that did us both in.
Have ten million things to do before this weekend. Judy and I both have visitors coming in and are frantically cleaning, shopping and doing all matter of excited preparation.
At least I don't have Judy's problems. Apropos of nothing, she awoke one morning to find a dead rat (not mouse, R-A-T) floating in her toilet. This is so profoundly NOT ok. So she made John deal with it (her department is Eviction and Destruction of Household Spiders; her contract does not stipulate vermin). She thought her troubles were over. Not. Dead Floating Rat #2 made an appearance the next day. She did what I would have done. She ran outside the house shrieking, called John from her cell and made him deal with it. John is significantly less traumatized by Dead Rat Duty.
She's handling this remarkably well. I would have freaked out and left the state. The Rat Slayer is coming tomorrow morning and I sincerely hope her infestation will soon be at an end.
So tasks for today:
grocery shop (corn dogs, sandwich bags, and liquid Echinacea)
assemble homemade chicken noodle soup
clean flat thoroughly (must not shirk vacuuming and mopping this time)
start studying for midterm by actually reading the 9000 pdf files Pam's sent us
I hate it when I forget to actually post the post I wrote.
I woke up. Went to work. Worked a bit late to get some time off on Monday. Got up to clean flat and promptly fell unconscious on couch with a Hobbsie sprawled across my torso. Oops. It was a wayward streak of sunlight that did us both in.
Have ten million things to do before this weekend. Judy and I both have visitors coming in and are frantically cleaning, shopping and doing all matter of excited preparation.
At least I don't have Judy's problems. Apropos of nothing, she awoke one morning to find a dead rat (not mouse, R-A-T) floating in her toilet. This is so profoundly NOT ok. So she made John deal with it (her department is Eviction and Destruction of Household Spiders; her contract does not stipulate vermin). She thought her troubles were over. Not. Dead Floating Rat #2 made an appearance the next day. She did what I would have done. She ran outside the house shrieking, called John from her cell and made him deal with it. John is significantly less traumatized by Dead Rat Duty.
She's handling this remarkably well. I would have freaked out and left the state. The Rat Slayer is coming tomorrow morning and I sincerely hope her infestation will soon be at an end.
So tasks for today:
start studying for midterm by actually reading the 9000 pdf files Pam's sent us
I hate it when I forget to actually post the post I wrote.
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Date: 2004-04-29 07:54 am (UTC)Ew.
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Date: 2004-04-29 10:06 am (UTC)Judy, since discovering her little problem, has heard so many dead rat stories from everyone. I can't even imagine how hysterical I'd be to find one floating in my toilet.
In fact, it's started to freak me out here in my happy flat.