I figured out the perfect gift for my honey this year, and I’m sharing just in case some of you lazy people haven’t put up for your significant others. And trust me, this one was perfect.
I called the guy from the heating/air conditioning place to come fix our heater. My wife waited under three blankets until he was done.
Best $82.50 I’ve spent all day…
okay, I don’t like having this as my only post, but I have to get it on paper (okay, blog, same thing) or it’ll rattle around in my brain all morning and make it worse.
I feel the “[tag]creeping crud[/tag]” that sometimes hits me. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. I feel all down and out and shit. And you know what? I don’t need this shit. Not today. Not this week. Not the day before fucking Valentine’s Day.
Gah!
Quick, somebody throw a cream pie at me or something to get me out of this funk.
(sorry, anyone looking for entertainment or boobies or whatever, I’ll try harder next entry, promise)
Personally, I just hand the jar to the nearest child and say “Betcha can’t get this open.” Works like a charm.