Sunday, July 30, 2006

Nothing Butt Sweat...

Our air-conditioner 'sploded. It was nice of it to wait until it was 94 goddamn degrees so my Balzac can hang down around my knees like some sort of fucking scrote-skirt.

It's the damn kitchen, I tell ya. The minute we decided to pump all this money into fixing up the kitchen, everything else instantly goes to shit. There's a leak in the family room ceiling, we need a new air-conditioner, Mr. Z has to get "Phase I" of his braces already (?!) -- I'm just waiting for the cars to catch on fire, the basement to flood and the roof to blow off in a twister.

And to top it off, I have yet to win the lotto. I mean, how many times do I have to buy a ticket?! I've bought, like, 12 in my lifetime -- you think I'd have won at least once by now. I don't think I've gotten more than one number that matches. I'm starting to think that game is fixed or something. Fucking lotto.

On the bright side, that garden I planted (see June 12th post for the before pic) is now out of control:

The shit's growing like loco weed (which, now that I think of it, is what I should've planted in the first place). In about two weeks I'm gonna have tomatoes coming out of my ass.

Whew, glad I didn't plant pumpkins.


Kim said...

Our A/C went kaput during the last 90+ degree hot spell. We came home after a long, sweaty car trip in a non-air conditioned vehicle at 11 PM to a 89 degree house.

I feel your pain and hotness.

(Sorry if that sounded kinda dirrrty.)

crabbydad said...

None taken, Kim.

It was 96 today. We're all sleeping in the basement tonight. If that's not blog fodder, I don't know what is.

Kim said...

When you start a band with Mr. Z and Ms. O, that's the name you should go with--BLOG FODDER.

Good luck with the basement tapes tonight.