soaked.
I arrived home after my latenight Sunday shift to find this: I may take a shower tonight and one more in the morning, just because I can.
Tag: domestic bliss
eww.
I’m funky. And not so much in the Parliment-Funkadelic Tear the Roof Off The Sucker kind of way. More like in the “I need to stop and buy some extra deodorant because I might really need it by tomorrow” kind of way. Late Saturday, we discovered that the usually reliable water pressure in our house… Read More eww.
aw, rats.
Monday started great. After not getting enough sleep, Mrs. Crappy abruptly charged into the bedroom, told me to wake up, put on my glasses and check on the birdbath we had been using as a bird feeder for a few weeks. And I stumbled over to one of the back windows just in time to… Read More aw, rats.
sweet meat.
As I suspected, the trip to Hartwood to see Los Lobos didn’t materialize (Sorry, food bank — yinz guys deserve the support, but I just couldn’t swing it this time). What did I do instead? I went to the grocery with a specific dinner in mind. Since having a little taste at the Burghseyeview Fourth… Read More sweet meat.
temporary midgie.
While I wait for this to be fixed.. I get to drive this: Yes. Of course I picked it because it’s red. Duh.
four eyes.
I, uh, look different. I feel a little different too. The new glasses are not only a change for you; they’re a big freaking change for me as well. Pictured above, boys and girls, is my first pair of bifocals. My last eye exam was two years ago. When I was leaving the doc’s office,… Read More four eyes.
Uncle Crappy 