it has taken to thwarting me at every turn. Perhaps it is jealous of
our taking our relationship to the next level, maybe it knows that my
computer is better and will soon be joining us in this house. Whatever
the reason, it pisses me off.
"Oh, so you want to listen to music while you cruise the internet? I don't think so!"
"Oh, you want to actually ACCESS the internet? Sorry."
"Sure, try to run the anti-virus software. I'm just going to freeze."
It's about this time that I start swearing, slamming shut the desk, restarting the computer, and generally being myself.
I don't love it.
But
I think that everyone should go
nearly pee every time I go there.....Some people may find it less funny
now that Mr. Heston has shuffled off this mortal coil. But you know
what? I am not one of those people.
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The garbage
trucks come once a week here. (Normal.) The recycling people come once
every two weeks. This would not be a problem if T's brother, who also
lives with us, could remember to take the damn trash and recycling out
to the curb....Since he cannot remember this, (this was more of a
problem when T and I weren't here that often.) the trash and recycling
would pile up in the garage. The garbage problem has been solved now
that T and I are here.....but the recycling, well, not so much.
I don't think the recycling has gone out (before today) in over a month. We drink a good amount of diet soda, and, being that this is a house with two twenty-something men in it, a lot of beer.
We
had more recycling than we could FIT IN THE TOTES. We took out what we
could, and when we re-fill the bins, it will be full again. I'm going
to have to bite the bullet and start taking the recycling to the center
myself or we could all be crushed in a soda-can avalanche.
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We have a wolf spider problem.
I am IN NO WAY ok with this.
Those things are so, so huge. It's not ok.
Oh, and they will only bite when they feel threatened, like, oh, when
you are chasing after them to kill them. Then they will turn towards
you and LEAP ONTO YOUR FACE.
So I went to the hardware store
yesterday and purchased a product called "Spider Kill". I hope it does
what it professes, because seriously? I see one more two-inch spider
racing across the floor and I may have ananeurysm. And move.
