Frog and Goat

Yesterday afternoon was a brilliant weather day and so, naturally, I decided to sit on the deck for a little while. I took my crossword puzzle book out there with me so I could tackle a couple of puzzles and enjoy the weather. Imagine my surprise when I noticed one and a half puzzles had been completed at the back of the book.

I can only surmise that someone who has recently been at our house and who was unattended for a decent amount of time did the one and a half puzzles after excusing himself from the table while the rest of us sat and merrily discussed whatever it was that we were discussing. You know, that horrible part of the gathering where we were enjoying family time together.

I’m thinking of ripping the half done puzzle out of the book and mailing it to him so he can finish it.

Last weekend the DSL died. Verizon admitted it was a problem on their end but we headed to the office to reset the thing anyway. The DSL was back up Sunday morning. Wethinks a batch job cleaned up the problem. All day Monday Verizon tried to call the DSL (which is not the voice line). Instead of looking in their records, they just called the DSL and that annoyed me. At least the DSL works.

Last night the hosting company dumped some servers for non-payment. It isn’t that we didn’t pay the bill. The hosting company didn’t draft the payment. The same payment they’ve drafted 4 times previously. The better-half got up in their grill and the servers were reconnected.

We’ve decided we’re going to start a business where we do whatever we want and customers pay for it. We should be rolling in the dough in no time at all.

Yesterday we went over to the old house to get the canoe. While we were putting the carrying rack on the truck, I noticed some paper over in the woods. It is a rare day when there’s stray paper in the woods. Warning: If you are squeamish, quit reading now. I bent down to see what it was and it was a paper towel with a pattern on it. I never, ever buy paper towels with a pattern on them. I picked up the towel. Then I saw right next to the towel a tampon and a little bit over it’s paper tube. Someone EXTRACTED a tampon, wrapped it in the paper towel and THREW it in our woods. I picked all of it up using the paper towel as a somewhat lameo shield for my hand. I tried to ignore the fact that the paper towel had recently been used to wrap all of the tampon parts. As I walked back on the driveway, I told the better-half he didn’t even want to know. His first guess was tampon followed quickly by diaper. We have no soap at that house so I just ran my hand under the outdoor tap. I couldn’t wait to get home to use hot, hot water and lots of soap.

Someone who looked at our house did this. No one else could have. That house is back off the road so it’s not like the trash blew in from somewhere else. I had to do a bunch of eew-gross dances. I’m still mortified.

Today while using the bathroom, which is a completely normal thing to want to do after lunch, I managed to jam my pinky into the back pocket or the waist or something of my jeans as I was tucking in my shirt and I bent my nail back so far that now there’s bleeding under my nail. I’m a big baby because IT HURTS. Whimper.

One of the heat pumps is dying and so the heating and air conditioning guy who came by today to do regular maintenance has spent hours trying to troubleshoot the problem. Looks like we have to schedule some sort of test where they blow out something and blow in something and somehow that tells us if the repair price will be huge or if it will be medium sized. Whine.

Praise be! We have ordered some blinds for our bedroom. The bad thing is that the price to cover up the wall o’ windows was so outrageous that we’ve decided to do something else other than go with the woven blinds that we’re using on the other 3 windows. Which means that we’ll be living with the sweet sheet action for a little longer. Whimper and Whine All The Time.