My, how the world sucks ass today–all because a bunch of nitwit, low-rent printers won’t return my phone calls. I could provide a link to their company website, but I’ll be nice. For the moment.
In other, far less frustrating news, the house is coming along well. The rewiring’s done, the roofing will be finished tomorrow, and they hang the sheetrock on Friday and Saturday. After that, it’s mostly piddly crap: painting the walls, sanding the floors and the stairs, installing the bathtub and the kitchen cabinets. Things are looking up.
And we got our houseguest for the weekend. I found out about his arrival too late to warn him, but for the rest of our soon-to-be visitors (you know who you are), might I suggest you bring: (a) walking shoes, (b) sunscreen, (c) clean linens, and (d) Extra-Strength Claritin (unless your allergies are somehow immune to the quadruple whammy of 1 cat, 2 dogs, 12,000 cubic feet of cigarette smoke, and innumerable mold spores)?
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