July 28, 2003

File under: What could happen?

There's nothing like leaving a 50 year old house to fend for itself for almost 3 weeks in the blazing desert heat. The toilet valve broke, the air conditioning is leaking. The lawn (I'm not even sure I can call it that at the moment) has turned into a meadow. My car has a flat tire. There is an inch of dirt (or, a protective layer as I like to call it) on everything out-of-doors. The cats pissed, oh, just about everywhere but it's too damn hot to open the place up and air it out. I am sure there are many other joys to be discovered as the day progresses.

Oh yeah, and Bob Hope died. I'm sure this town will go into a collective state of mourning as soon as word spreads.

Great quote: A good friend will come and bail you out of jail. But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "Damn... that was fun!" via staz

Posted by MJ at July 28, 2003 02:13 PM
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See, that's what you get for going away and actually having a good time. You should have first consulted me. I could have spared you buckets of agony.

Posted by: Allie at July 29, 2003 05:55 AM

I discovered the perfect solution for ridding that indelible cat pee smell -- cigar smoke.

Posted by: Robyn at July 29, 2003 09:35 AM