Friday, May 14, 2004
a memorable if not the most pleasant day
Ok..so the morning began with a much needed shower. After a good scrub down and shave and callouses filed I emerged from the bathroom to find my children in a foggy haze of Tinactin foot spray. Opened all the windows, turned the ceiling fan on and was able to air out the house before anyone succomed to the fumes. We went to the bank and had to deal with 4yr old melt down because they were out of suckers. No big, just disappointment. Of course my fault because I told them they could have one this particular morning....it doesn't happen at every bank trip.
On to the Walmart to grap some easy things for Mike since we will be gone for the next several days. Walking out the doors pushing a cart full of useless shit and a few basic necessities, I feel the flood gates open. Through the tampon, through the pantyliner, through the khaki shorts that haven't been worn in 2 summers......I FUCKING HATE MY PERIOD!!!
We get home and all take naps...YEA!
Discover the DVD player will no longer work. I'm not sure...but I think it may have gotten a direct dose of Tinactin.
Mike comes home we have a pleasant dinner and he plays with the hooligans outside for an hour. I read a book. He gets ready and goes fishing around 6:30. By 6:45 I had to blugeon to death a snake. Preston came running and shouting about a snake under the rocks where their rope swings are. He was happy to be the helper boy. He retrieved the shovel and I made sure I had the correct rock. He said that it was orange and white...and I thought to myself, "fuck me...it's a copperhead". With dead snake carcass (the size of a pencil) in a pickle jar I came inside to google search. Turns out the beast was not in fact a copperhead, but rather an eastern milk snake. I have murdered what would have been an assett to our property. Heike, I'm sorry, you wasn't there when I needed you. I will rest better knowing that the reptile in the jar on the deck is not poisonous. I wish I felt worse for the slaughter....I guess I'm just settling in to be a redneck woman. And I ask you.....why do I bother with a husband??!! I get no sex and little money and he misses out on all the things that I need him for.
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On to the Walmart to grap some easy things for Mike since we will be gone for the next several days. Walking out the doors pushing a cart full of useless shit and a few basic necessities, I feel the flood gates open. Through the tampon, through the pantyliner, through the khaki shorts that haven't been worn in 2 summers......I FUCKING HATE MY PERIOD!!!
We get home and all take naps...YEA!
Discover the DVD player will no longer work. I'm not sure...but I think it may have gotten a direct dose of Tinactin.
Mike comes home we have a pleasant dinner and he plays with the hooligans outside for an hour. I read a book. He gets ready and goes fishing around 6:30. By 6:45 I had to blugeon to death a snake. Preston came running and shouting about a snake under the rocks where their rope swings are. He was happy to be the helper boy. He retrieved the shovel and I made sure I had the correct rock. He said that it was orange and white...and I thought to myself, "fuck me...it's a copperhead". With dead snake carcass (the size of a pencil) in a pickle jar I came inside to google search. Turns out the beast was not in fact a copperhead, but rather an eastern milk snake. I have murdered what would have been an assett to our property. Heike, I'm sorry, you wasn't there when I needed you. I will rest better knowing that the reptile in the jar on the deck is not poisonous. I wish I felt worse for the slaughter....I guess I'm just settling in to be a redneck woman. And I ask you.....why do I bother with a husband??!! I get no sex and little money and he misses out on all the things that I need him for.
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