I was out of town all weekend. I agreed to help D move. I was a SWEATY FILTHY pig. She and her brother argued in Dutch. Occasionally they would throw in an English word. G and I hid behind the garage because we were uncomfortable. On the way to Columbus I dropped off birthday gifts for my Dad and sister. They showed me pictures of my grandparentís 83rd birthday party. Each of them had requested a ride on the back of my Dadís Harley to celebrate. I wonít ride on that thing but my octogenarian family members will.
I spent several hours this afternoon huddled in the hallway at work during a tornado warning. A coworker sighted the funnel clouds on her way back to the office. I did get to reschedule an appointment with a rather unpleasant woman though. But..Iím pretty sure my new crackhead stole my best pen. I am not impressed.
And I know I am going to have tornado dreams tonight.
The slugs are devouring my marigolds. I hate them.. the slugs not the marigolds. If I can stay awake I am going slug hunting.
The new Foo Fighters video rocks. Jack Black has no shame.. ..no shame at all.
I bought Running with Scissors on Thursday and have almost finished it. And I thought I had a fucked up childhood.. ..
Now Playing: "Can't Help Loving that Man of Mine" Barbra Streisand