The guy speaking was a giant jackass anyway. We spent more time with our middle fingers pointing at the phone than we did listening to his drivel. Half the time he'd spend over forty minutes on something, just to say at the end of it, "And that's the way you should never, ever do it. Now I'll show you the correct way."
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCK!
And you've got to love updates from your vendor that crash the system. Absolutely got to love them. Everybody does. How else could you explain Microsoft's success?
Just to set up my mood for today. . .
I got home last night to find one of the "puppy chairs" shredded. The puppy chairs are two tables with thick padding on them to the sides of the couch, so that they lay just about at shoulder height when we are sitting on the couch. Very comfy for them, and it makes them feel like part of the gang.
So, wifey usually sews up the frayed edges while she watches TV since it's in the same room. Since she hasn't been feeling well, I've been doing most of the stuff she does around the house this week. Which is fine, believe me. But my hands are pieces of shit right now. I mean, dry, cracking, flaking. . .
So, during the five and a half hours it took to sew up the shredded corner of the puppy chair, my hands' condition improved exponentially. It actually hurts to type now. Not that that's stopping me.
The pup who accomplished the task has been reprimanded. She took me seriously. I could tell because her smile faded for a moment and she cocked her head to the side while slowing down the wild swinging of her tail. Then she quickly smiled again in such a cute way that I couldn't stay mad at her. Little shit.
So much for last night's project time. By the time I got done my back was locked up, my hands were cramping, and my fingers were a bloody mess. (And I'm using bloody in it's correct 'covered in blood' way here.) I only poked my finger three times, so I know it was more from wear and tear than from my usually abundantly apparent clumsiness. Blah.
This weekend we are going to pick up cell phones. Both of us. And wifey's trying to find a plan that covers both of us for less than thirty bucks a month. Hmm. Yeah. Good luck there. Cell phone service has gotten far more expensive rather than less in the past four years, which is the last time I owned a cell phone. Mostly because it's impossible to just get a straight up cell plan. They seem to option up even the simplest plan to include text messaging, paging, voicemail, blah, blah, blah, blah until it costs fifty a month or more. We'll see what we can come up with though.
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