Seriously though, getting a wad of poo in my face really did swing my mood around. As revolting as it was I couldn't stop laughing.
I took the dogs for a walk intead of finishing the back part of the lawn. Good thing too, down at the river there were two girls, maybe 12-13, out in an inflatable dinghy without life jackets. It was windy and they were struggling a bit against the wind so I threw out a line and pulled them back in.
They probably would have been fine, but I've decided that I saved their lives and the poo in my face prompted me to stop what I was doing and go for a walk. Done deal: I'm a poo-faced hero. The newspaper hasn't called yet but I'm working on the headline.
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Originally posted by oldE
Today is the day the Mrs. gets home.
Don't think we'll hear from Jake for a while. 
Les
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Not yet! Kate's flights got all goobered up and she spent the night in Johannesburg kissing locals. She's getting here tomorrow, so I have an extra day to make it look like a sane person has lived here for the past 6 weeks.
I just spent an hour trying to hide my rediculously ugly, new to me, 20' car trailer. Backed it into the tree, the car, the garage door and eventually into the garage. I can't back up a trailer to save my life, and the fact that my glasses were in the fking dishwasher didn't help.The only thing I was missing to complete the scene was my father in the passenger seat yelling "NO NO!! LEFT LEFT!! RIGHT!! BACK UP!! CLOCKWISE!! NO!! RIGHT!!"
Anyhow, the extra day means I get to kick back a bit.
Errr... nah... I'm painting the downstairs while the paintings are down and the furniure is moved aside
back to work, $chitfaced