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The laptop's not set up. I've borrowed Scott's desktop (the keyboard of my desktop being buried under a welter of crap) to write this, because I don't feel like setting up the laptop to write a single post.
I think I may go insane. I'm sure I want to go out, and will do so in a moment. Tonight may be a hotel night.
You see, they've masked off the house for painting. Including plastic over everything. Which means no AC. Which I knew would happen, but, it's hotter'n predicted (a tiny bit). Ugh. And to add insult to injury, I mean they masked off everything. When I pulled up, they had a ladder across the driveway (not set up - laid out, blocking it). Thing one, I asked them to do the front in the morning (when it's in the shade anyway) so I would be able to park when I got home. I hate parallel parking. They agreed. I told them I get off work between 4 and 6. At 5 I get home and there's this ladder. So I parallel park (and hey, I'm well-parked, but I scraped the tire a bit doing it). Then I say, "This will be interesting."
The guy out front with his crap says "What?" and I say "Well, I do want to get in."
At which point he goes, "Oh, you only have the one door, don't you?" Yes. the one you have covered in plastic. Ninny. Good thing I had the garage door opener with me, and good thing you hadn't somehow kept me from getting to the damned garage door, but I am not amused. So I have crept into my house via the garage door, deposited the groceries in the fridge, and now I shall collect my camera and a few things to do and go back out. It's hot and stifly in here and I'm very annoyed at the painters.
I think I may go insane. I'm sure I want to go out, and will do so in a moment. Tonight may be a hotel night.
You see, they've masked off the house for painting. Including plastic over everything. Which means no AC. Which I knew would happen, but, it's hotter'n predicted (a tiny bit). Ugh. And to add insult to injury, I mean they masked off everything. When I pulled up, they had a ladder across the driveway (not set up - laid out, blocking it). Thing one, I asked them to do the front in the morning (when it's in the shade anyway) so I would be able to park when I got home. I hate parallel parking. They agreed. I told them I get off work between 4 and 6. At 5 I get home and there's this ladder. So I parallel park (and hey, I'm well-parked, but I scraped the tire a bit doing it). Then I say, "This will be interesting."
The guy out front with his crap says "What?" and I say "Well, I do want to get in."
At which point he goes, "Oh, you only have the one door, don't you?" Yes. the one you have covered in plastic. Ninny. Good thing I had the garage door opener with me, and good thing you hadn't somehow kept me from getting to the damned garage door, but I am not amused. So I have crept into my house via the garage door, deposited the groceries in the fridge, and now I shall collect my camera and a few things to do and go back out. It's hot and stifly in here and I'm very annoyed at the painters.
