Sometimes, the b’ar eats you.

Went out to Blythes with Partner this morning and negotiated a decent deal on an absolutely beautiful Swedish Mauser for him; He takes me along to negotiate and I get to shoot the coolest rifles for free!! Then the shit hit the fan. See, I’ve been trying like hell to sealcoat the driveway for a month, and everything has prevented this.

So I went to Sears and bought the sealcoat I needed, got back home and parked the exploder on the side of the driveway so I wouldn ‘t have to carry the buckets too far.
And went back to weedwacking, and WEEDWACKED A STONE RIGHT INTO THE BACK WINDOW OF THE FUCKING EXPLODER.
So since I was already suited up I cleaned up the glass and went back to sealcoating. I had to INVENT new words to use to describe my feelings about the xploder window, the ones I knew were too worn out to use anymore.
Checked pick&Pull and discovered they were open till six.
So at ten to five I calculated that If I left the house in 11 seconds I could catch every red light between my house and hammond, and I succeeded.

To arrive at Pick& Pull at 5:28

And be told ‘it’s 5:30. “We doan le anywa in de yar ater 5:30.”
Then I went back home, figuring I’d at least be able to get some more weedwhacking done
to discover that I had not purchased the “fuel line that doesn’t self destruct on contact with gasoline” option for EITHER the weedwhacker or the leaf blower.

So i came indoors and had some of the Ogwife’s chili, and am trying to not pop like a balloon.