Neanderpundit

Aside from waking to a fresh puddle of cat puke, the nimrod had filled the litterbox so full that there was no more room for anything. So the wife cleans it out, a distasteful job under any circumstances, but when it’s this full I think, hell, leave the litterbox alone, stop feeding the cat.

Anyway, god forbid the literbox be clean for twelve seconds, the cat has to come in and leave a deposit. Then after a few seconds of careful scraping, he RUNS AWAY FROM THE BOX like the HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES was hot on his tail. I swear to god,he cleared one of the kitchen chairs. If I could get him to move off my spot on the bed that fast, I’d be pleased. Fucktard.

Now, it’s been a couple of nasty weekends, to begin with. Last was no exception. Today, I get a call from the Ogwife, her Escape is having trouble. So I spend a good part of the afternoon juggling crap and trying to pice together a plan. The escape is under warranty, so we’re unconcerned, but the wife is working, I’m working, the daughter has to be picked up from school, then picked up at Mom’s after because Mom has a meeting, the wife teaches tonight, and the guy she chose to come get the car and tow it to the shop is coming from Lowell, futhuchrissakes. And as soon as he gets ready to show I gotta drop everything and wedge my ass into the wife’s old Honda so I can meet him there with the keys and follow him to the shop to make sure he gets there allright.

And I STILL have work to do on the sister/brotherinlaw’s car. A bunch of it. What pisses me off is the attention I pay to our vehicles, and to have the Escape crap on us like this.

Good lord.

The disassembly has ended and the reassembly begun, but not without some serious pain. I’m beginning to think I’ll never have clean hands again. I hope this bastard runs well when I get done with it.