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Lots of stuff to say
Mar. 6th, 2003 07:48 pmFirst of all, as Diandra says that all oregano are belong to her, I have changed my quote. It is now:All your MARJORAM are belong to me. Better, Dia?
And now, my 03/06/03 quote of the day;
If otters were the size of octopi, and octopi were the size of canaries, and canaries were the size of platipi, how many shark eggs could you fit in Selina's P.E. locker?
Down to business
Today, our new windows were installed. And, dear Lord, it STINKS. You know that chemical stench of cleaners like 409 and stuff? That's what it smells like. And strong PERFUMES are enough to make to make feel terrible. My head hurts and I get dizzy and naucous. So do my mom and sister. My dad doesn't even notice. Damnit, why didn't I inherit that from him?
Anyway, we opened the windows and the screen doors to let the stink cyculate out, and now it's freezing cold, AND it still stinks. Life sucks.
The cat nearly gave us all a heart attack. The front door was open, because the installer guys had to carry in ladders, the windows, etc., right? The cat usually wanders around outside, but only in the backyard, because mom's terrified he'll get hurt or something.
Well, the front door was open, and mom thought he had gone out there. And so I searched all over the backyard. No Hercules(and don't tell me that's a dumb name. I KNOW. He came with it). So naturally we were worried.
And then came the worst part. We heard the longest, loudest screeching of tires you can possibly imagine. My dad, who was out in the backyard, heard it. I can tell you, my heart nearly leaped out of my mouth.
Then, suddenly, in from the backyard bushes, in streaks this terrified, smallish, reddish ball of fur.
Hercules, my ass. He's SUCH a coward. He had been hiding in the bushes because he'd been scared by too many strange ppl in our house. JERK. But at least he's home where he belongs now.
And now, my 03/06/03 quote of the day;
If otters were the size of octopi, and octopi were the size of canaries, and canaries were the size of platipi, how many shark eggs could you fit in Selina's P.E. locker?
Down to business
Today, our new windows were installed. And, dear Lord, it STINKS. You know that chemical stench of cleaners like 409 and stuff? That's what it smells like. And strong PERFUMES are enough to make to make feel terrible. My head hurts and I get dizzy and naucous. So do my mom and sister. My dad doesn't even notice. Damnit, why didn't I inherit that from him?
Anyway, we opened the windows and the screen doors to let the stink cyculate out, and now it's freezing cold, AND it still stinks. Life sucks.
The cat nearly gave us all a heart attack. The front door was open, because the installer guys had to carry in ladders, the windows, etc., right? The cat usually wanders around outside, but only in the backyard, because mom's terrified he'll get hurt or something.
Well, the front door was open, and mom thought he had gone out there. And so I searched all over the backyard. No Hercules(and don't tell me that's a dumb name. I KNOW. He came with it). So naturally we were worried.
And then came the worst part. We heard the longest, loudest screeching of tires you can possibly imagine. My dad, who was out in the backyard, heard it. I can tell you, my heart nearly leaped out of my mouth.
Then, suddenly, in from the backyard bushes, in streaks this terrified, smallish, reddish ball of fur.
Hercules, my ass. He's SUCH a coward. He had been hiding in the bushes because he'd been scared by too many strange ppl in our house. JERK. But at least he's home where he belongs now.
