Husband says that when I talk, I sound like William Shatner.
It’s not. A compliment. At. All.
It’s gotten so I cannot get through an argument without him imitating me in Shatner speak. I fully believe that his mean spirited name-calling while in Lowes yesterday resulted in this:
One hour later –
HUSBAND TO ME: ej get me the kitchen roll NOW!
ME running toward him with paper towels: What happened???
HUSBAND: The drain cleaner thing went right through the bottom of the drain.
ME: What? How?
I peak into the bathroom to find the floor flooded with icky stagnate sink water, a pissed off Husband and a bathroom drain pipe that was so disintegrated that a piece of plastic broke though it. Exhibits A - D
As we were supposed to start the basement remodel this week, and now might be doing a master bathroom sink remodel instead, Husband is not in the best of moods. In fact, I plan to stay the heck out of his way for the next few days. And brush my teeth in the kitchen sink. Or outside if that will keep him from mumbling curse words in my direction.
On a brighter note – for me, I’ve decided to begin my morning blurts again starting today. I’m aiming for Monday/Wednesday/Friday posts for sure, with possible crazy blurts on other days should my emotional maintenance need it. As we're beginning the remodel of the basement and Husband just quit his job and the house is falling to pieces, odds are I will need to blurt and will have things to blurt about on a regular basis. You have been warned.
And here are some pictures of the coyotes that were playing in the bottom of the garden yesterday morning. We are calling them Big One and Spotted One. Because we're clever like that.
And we apparently have enough coyotes to actually need names for them other than "COYOTE!!!" just shouted whenever we think we've spotted one. Our lives are complicated like that.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me