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Saturday, June 03, 2006
Oh, man. Today. Such a day.
Dennis' day started to turn craptastic much earlier than mine did, but only because I got to sleep in and he had to go to work.
He had structured his day to be done at 11, since we had plans in the afternoon. Yeah, he left around 4. So, not so much. Some fuckwits vandalized the bathrooms at St. Ned's last night, so he had to clean up an ungodly mess, and our new best friends also kicked the shit out of both toilets and ripped out the insides so he had to replace the entire flush assemblies. Which of course involved two trips to the hardware store and a lot of swearing and phone calls home apologizing for being so late.
It was just not a good day to be the sexton.
Meanwhile, after I finally got my preggo ass out of bed, I decided to do some laundry, which turned into a weird battle with the annoying neighbor upstairs, who kept taking my laundry out of the dryer just before it finished so that she could claim the dryer. Uh, yeah. I have no idea. So the laundry took a lot longer than I expected, which is just as well since Dennis was stranded at work.
He finally got home and I offered to go get us some Chinese takeout for dinner, in the interest of lazyness. I left on my little journey, almost there, everything's great...and....wait for it...the car starts handling badly. Is it the road? No! It's my brand new flat tire! Whee!
I made it to the Chinese place and called roadside assistance, who sent a guy to deal with it. He got right to work...on the wrong tire. And I was sitting there wondering if I should say anything, or if he was going to use some kind of magic jack that needs both tires off. I was already feeling a bit defensive about not just changing it myself, and I didn't want to look like some silly girl who knows nothing about tires, right? Fortunately he glanced to his right and saw the pool of rubber that used to be the other tire before he got the lugnuts off. We had a good laugh about it.
Oh, and I had a snack while I was waiting for the tow truck, and my fortune cookie had no fortune in it.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, a near-starving Dennis tripped over the powercord to my laptop and smacked his head on something solid. He called to tell me and we both just started laughing and I told him to cover himself in bubble wrap and not move until I got home.
I made it home (by way of Baskin-Robbins, because if anyone ever deserved a hot fudge sundae, it's my husband) in one piece. We're going to lay low for the rest of the evening and hope it doesn't start raining frogs or something.
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