so our furnace went kaput.
it was a very pricey kaput, i might add...
so now there are strange workmen in my house lurking about trying to install a whole new heating system...yeah, you heard that right...system.
see, when you rent, your heater breaks and someone comes and fixes it...when you own a hundred year old house your heater breaks and suddenly it's a system.
we are extending the heat into a part of the house that only has wall heaters...so that's good...the wall heaters are expensive to run and not exactly the safest methods of delivering heat...
so by this evening we'll be the proud, not to mention warm, new owners of the mercedes benz of heating systems...minus a boybarian to pay for it all, but hey, sometimes that's just the price you pay...
moving right along, baseball starts soon...you can imagine how thrilled i am...
the problem this year, like saying "baseball starts soon" isn't ENOUGH of a problem to begin with, is that practice number one is in a town 20 minutes to the north of us, and practice number two is in a town 20 minutes to the, well hell i'm not good with directions or geography, but it's 20 minutes in some other direction...
what the hell?...it's baseball...a grassy field, some kids, a bat a ball...is that so hard?...apparently it is...so now we drive...
thing is, there's a mcdonald's on the way to each of the practices...i smell a conspiracy...a conspiracy sprayed with beef juice and fried within an inch of its life...
the totally awesome news is that wingman has decided NOT TO PLAY T-BALL THIS YEAR!!!...
in this league he's still too young for regular baseball, so would be in t-ball again...god what a moronic and irritating practice in futility t-ball is...good lord...
anyhow, not ever knowing my opinion of the "sport", he decided for himself that he didn't like it and wants to wait for baseball...HOO-FREAKIN'-WAY!!!...fine by me...though the liquor store might mourn the dip in their springtime revenues...
we all have our triggers...
in the meantime the search for kitties continues...when i was little there was always a box of cats somewhere looking for a home...where i lived you couldn't swing a cat without hitting a box of kittens...
but no...nowadays you've got to go searching for a cat...hoping you make it just before all the little ones are gone...pet stores, farm stores, shelters...trying to stay one step ahead of the other families out there searching...
there was one cat i really liked...god he was fat...and slightly old...he had that look on his face that suggested he would perpetually ignore you...or eat you...whichever came first...and he was such a bad cat he had to be locked in a dog cage with a big ol' lock because he kept getting out and causing trouble...his name was 'muchacho'...
perfect in every. single. way.
i said
"what about that one"
they all looked at me in horror...like i was nuts...they're all thinking little and cute and cuddly and precious and i want to bring home andre the giant...
and you know the boybarians are thinking god i'm glad mama doesn't date...
all right enough already...time to get back to the grind...but before i do i will leave you with a little treat!
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a little slice of pi.
x.
1 comment:
I hear you on the system .
I think we may be going down a similar road with the water heater soon.
We could use a cat named Muchacho around here. If dh wasn't allergic to them.
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