bobemm | (no subject)

I wish the flowers would stop having sex. When I coughed this morning, it felt like somebody shot me in the face. I had to look for Joey to make sure that she wasn't wielding a shotgun, then I had to look in the mirror to confirm that I was still intact.
Also I can't breathe through my nose at all.
Work is still busy.
The lawnmower is just barely working, very sputtery &c. I will have to take the carburetor apart again, but this time actually replace that torn gasket instead of just jiggling it around a little bit.
So now I have to figure out how to get a replacement gasket. I've never had so much trouble looking through any kind of parts catalog.
I haven't heard the dehumidifier in a few days. I'm guessing the compressor finally gave out. And just after I fixed the fan with superglue!
I will make a whirlwind trip to Holland on Sunday to visit mother.
So I feel overwhelmed.
halp.

pfft, you obviously haven't seen Bob's apron.

the one that says "beso al Chef," or the one he uses when he's cutting up neighborhood pets?

HE ALWAYS USES THE LATTER FOLLOWING THE FORMER, DON'T LET HIS PURSED LIPS LURE YOU IN, KITTEN STEVE.

I think we all know Steve is not that innocent.

I cannot resist him...I am completely powerless...