“I’n not the Dryad you’re looking for”

I remembered to put the house numbers back up. Melissa comes home tonight; I wouldn’t want her to think we moved. Why I took them down? I don’t remember currently. I was going to do something with them, but after I took them down on Thursday I noticed they were all oxidized so i polished them, and when i was at the BORG I discovered ‘reflective’ invisible paint so I painted them. Then I couldn’t find them. Which amused me to no end. It’s like the ‘invisible’ tape we have at work. They changed the packaging on the boxes from green to white, and now no one can ever find it. They usually get quite irritated because they can’t find it; which of course will bring about the end of the world; and I’m in my chair giggling. It does seem to be in direct proportion to how frustrated they are. The pissier they get the more I giggle.
“Would you stop laughing! Why the Hell are you laughing?” “giggle giggle because your having an aneurysm over a roll of invisible tape, that you can’t see.” “You’re (explicative) weird”
People truly are slinky’s. tumbles down stairs. tehehe
“What rolls down stairs, and under chairs and over your neighbors dog.
What fit’s on your back and great for a snack
it’s log, log log.”
or however that went.

Anyhow, Melissa comes home today.
Thank F’N GAWD!

Happy happy joy joy

I shall sleep the sleep of sleepy people. While I have gotten a lot done, I’ve lost numerous arguments with the cat, one to myself, and the dog has taken to walking over to Melissa’s chair and letting out a big sigh. I’m reminded of that Simpson episode when all the family grabs Marge “never leave again. never leave again. never leave again. never leave again.”

I better go finish cleaning up the house.