9/12/06

* * * Let me state right up front, for the record, that I DO NOT LIKE this asshole who’s SUPPOSEDLY replacing the floor in our bathroom (“supposedly” = 8:30, and he’s not here. I fully expect that he will not show up at all.). From the fact that he showed up four hours after he said he would to give us an initial estimate, to the fact that he’s a CHATTER, to the fact that he has the most annoying laugh god has seen fit to put on this here planet, to the fact that when he called on Friday to find out where we were DESPITE the fact that he had been to our house and I had to give him the same goddamn fucking directions FOUR TIME (he was dropping off the wood for the floor), to the fact that he told Fred that the wood “should have” cost $115 but he got a deal on it and got it for $80 (this after he told Fred on Monday that the wood would cost $70), to the fact that I think he is WILDLY overcharging us, to the fact that he was originally going to do the work on Monday, oh did I say Monday? I’ll start taking up the old floor on Monday, no wait, I’ll do it TUESDAY, there is not one solid thing about the man that I don’t loathe and detest. I worked on Fred for the ENTIRE weekend, trying to convince him that he should ask his father to come over and the two of them could lay down the new floor (after all, is Fred not a kick-ass handyman? I think he is!) and save us many hundreds of dollars, but Fred was unwilling to be an ass and do that, then call up the floor guy and be all “Since you’re so busy, we went right ahead and did it. I’ll send you a check for the supplies and a bit for your time, mm’kay. Buh-bye.” I just couldn’t convince him to do it. Fucker. Once this fucking job is done, I will write that piece of shit asshole a check and I will be so thrilled to see the ass end of him that I will most likely do the goddamn Cabbage Patch as he goes down the driveway. And I’m sure he sees “SUCKAH” written on our foreheads, but I’ll get my ultimate revenge in the fact that we’re seriously talking about having the floors in the new house professionally redone – but NOT by him. HA.

* * * Speaking of being vastly overcharged for something, can I say that it is absolute bullshit how much money I ended up spending on the spud’s senior portraits? What I really should have done is to not buy any portraits from the “official school photographer” (such bullshit – when I was a senior in high school, we went to whatever photographer we damn well wanted to go to), and instead gone to Sears, who I am quite certain would happily drape her in a black cape and take some pictures of her for NOT $30 a 5×7. Considering that Shutterfly will print out a 5×7 for a buck, I sense I’m being royally fucking screwed over by the goddamn advantage-taking photographer. Who’s probably lighting his cigars with $100 bills as he drives around in his limo. Anyfuckingway, these are the two that are going into the yearbook. I think they came out well, but there were actually several good pictures, which I’ll be getting in the “proof” (ie, Momma can’t afford to spend $1,000 on a goddamn senior package) size. The two below, I’m getting in various 8×10 and 5×7 sizes for various family members for Christmas. * * * Now we come to the yawny reader cats section of the entry. I’ll post the pictures in the order I received them, so if you sent me pics, rest assured they’ll show up sooner or later! And send me yours if you haven’t already – I’ll put them up through September. That’s Harry on the top, Izzy on the bottom. They belong to reader Debby. Thanks for sharing, Debby! (I love the way cats’ eyes look so evil when they’re at the biggest part of a yawn. It cracks me up!) * * * Previously 2005: Ants ain’t fuckin’ welcome here, if you hadn’t guessed. 2004: No entry. 2003: What above the Bumsen is up with that? 2002: It’s the front yard or bust, baby. 2001: That’s pretty much how we all felt. 2000: That’s the price of getting old, my friends.]]>