Last night I had a glass and a half of this dry chianti. I was looped. Slept like I was on codeine. Here's today's gripe...Dan leaves his socks--y'know those little ones that only come up below the ankle bone--all over the house. I'm convinced he changes his socks several times a day, because the amount of socks I find don't correspond with the days of the week. I wonder if this is some OCD shit. A
Anyway, as if it's a surprise, I'm the man of this house. I've singlehandedly set this place up (tho' I lost a toenail in the process). He's just hung a few frames and thrown out some boxes. I walk around with my hammer, and soon I'm going to get a hold of the electric screwdriver. I love every minute of it.
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I love your P.I. work, think you should open your own man investigations with me. I think we can conquer the world. You see, I believe that Jason frequently changes his socks AND undies as well, and sometimes belts too.. and leaves them everywhere. Maybe it's just a man thing. hmmm.
Girrrrl, you are the only beotch that I know that had a box, yes a whole BOX of tools. you rock.
Mer -
Hi - what's up on your end?
That's very funny. Tell me about your OCD - I like to here about that stuff.
xoxoxoxoxo
Mer,
I was thinking it was right to left.
What happens if you lose the pen?
JC, eh? I guess he's expecting the southeners to just overlook the Echavarria?
OK so a lot of big changes just happened. You've sold your house, and are hanging around CT for a little while longer. How does Juan feel about recovering at G-ma's?
How big is the ring?
At least it's a job.
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