I am giving some more fun stuff away because I just want to rant for a hot second and if you have to read it, the least I can do is reward you for it, right? Yep! So there.
I just got home from one of the more harrowing runs. We had a massive ice storm last night, so bad that we couldn’t see out of our kitchen windows! Facebook was full of friends’ tales of sliding into ditches, etc – but needs must when the Customer drives so right after lunch I got in the car to run some parts to powdercoaters and ceramic coaters.
I hate Mapquest. Or maybe I hate my squirrely mind, that can’t connect with a Garmin…whatever the case, I need to do several things before I set out on an icy journey in the middle of WinterWhichIHate…the most important thing? PAY ATTENTION TO THE ADDRESS! None of the places I go are anywhere, really. I mean, really. Nowhere. And getting to some of these places requires a bit of ingenuity in that Over the Hills and Through the Woods kinda way. So, going to this new place….the fact that I am on an ice-bound gravel road, in the fog….no biggie…except…THIS AIN’T THE PLACE, DAMMIT! It’s clear on the other side of Dixon, which I’ve already driven though and is about 15 miles away. Siiiiigh. I might as well have been on the dark side of the moon.
Guess what? This never happens in Summer.
I wore Diaghilev. I’m glad I did. This was such a weird, scary trip that the bombast of Diaghilev distracted me from the idea of going off into some ditch and freezing to death. Or just dying from sheer, unmitigated Terror. I hate Winter.
Other rant: the kitchen. I am wondering if El O and I are going to be able to survive this. I can’t tell if he’s just yanking my menopausal chain or if he’s losing his tiny little mind….what part of I DO NOT WANT AN EFFIN’ PENINSULA!!! is difficult to understand? This is a man who, if we are lucky, will boil water to brew his tea. The cubs are grown. I hate bars. So why is he insisting on a breakfast bar? Whyyyy? Does he want me to flip out and hit him with a 2×4? Luckily we have some time to sort this out – we can’t even break ground for the footings until late April. Oh, yes. The footings. Turns out we can’t put on the ‘real’ second floor until we put in some footings – because currently there is nothing really holding up the back end of this house! Sweet chickens in the snow. I will have the kitchen plan finished, then he’ll sign it in front of a notary. I’ll have all the materials in-house.
Then I’ll leave town for 3 weeks.
When I come back. Kitchen! Or as close as makes no difference. And no prison sentence for Musette!
Hey, a gal can dream.
But! On to YOU! Here are the winners from last week’s lame-o post. I swear….I’ll do better. Promise! But for now: Pixel! Einsof! C’mon down with your address details. Gmail ol’ evilauntieanita. I’ll send you some sniffery goodness!
And the rest of you, tell me something. Anything. I’ll pull a couple of winners as a thank you for reading this ridiculous post. I adore you all and so appreciate you hanging in there with me, as I try to pull my olfactory self together.