Happy Mother’s Day to you too, grandma
[screaming internally]
I don’t know how many of you knew this, but I have a deep-rooted fear of lawnmowers; something about fast-spinning metal blades at ankle-height just doesn’t sit we’ll with me. However I’ve been slowly becoming, “that house” on the block and I don’t want to be, so I broke down and bought a lawnmower and worked on my yard today. Turns out roughly 80% of my lawn is just sticks from this big-ass tree that overhangs my property, so there was shit flying all over the place at +50mph and it was just overall not a good time.
I also tilled the soil and laid down some grass seed to fill in that patch if dirt in the back (the previous owners played a lot of catch with their dog and she wore down the grass in that spot). However I couldn’t water it because my hose in only 50 feet long but at this point I don’t even care, I just want a goddamn freezy pop right now.
It’s also bright as shit out right now according to my phone’s camera.
There were a bunch of leaves lined up against the fence between my property and my neighbor’s and I’ve been meaning to rake it up and make it look clean, and today I finally got around to it. My neighbor’s new puppy was outside though, and she was trying to lick me and my rake through the fence the entire time and she followed me as I worked from one end to the other, her tail wagging 100 miles an hour the whole time. I tried ignoring her so i could get the work done but she’s so goddamn cute and I had to stop every ten minutes or so to pet her.
I could not stay awake for the life of me and I was exhausted and my muscles were sore and twitching and I had a headache and a stomach ache and it’s just overall been a bad time. I barely made it home without falling asleep while driving and passed out for almost 2 and a half hours. I shouldn’t be this tired all the time and I don’t think I can blame this all on just missing breakfast this morning.
With two different cars, no less. It was kind of embarrassing because I completely forgot how to do it. There was a period of my life a few years back where I regularly had to jump a stranger’s car on almost a monthly basis; I had it down to a system. And now this where I just blank out and actually had to read the manual. Guh.
My parents were supposed to help me paint my bedroom today, but they ended up doing some 99% of the work. Whoops
I only found out yesterday that my office is closed for Good Friday, and on a whim I decided to take Monday off for the first grand re-opening of The Chegg post-Sandy on the 1st.
Yes, I took a day off from work to drive halfway across the state for a restaurant. It’s that fucking good.
Today I went to Freehold to hang out with my best friend on his last day in NJ before he went back to Iowa, and of course the son of a bitch was still sleeping when I got there. Apparently his family had all bailed on him to go to Florida and no one else was around so I asked, “wait, how are you getting to the airport?” and he just gives me this sheepish. pleading smile. Now I know why he invited me to come over so early.
After I dropped him off at Newark I got lost in this clusterfuck of a transportation engineer’s nightmare. Signs just kind of sprung up at the last possible moment and I missed three exits I was supposed to take to get back on the Turnpike South. Everyone was speeding (especially those cutthroat taxi drivers) and I had way too many close calls.
tl;dr, don’t go to Newark. As if I had to tell you that.
Last time I saw him in person was over a year and a half ago. He lives in Virginia now, but he’s going to a career fair in Philadelphia tomorrow, so he came up a day early to hang out with me and it was just a really good experience catching up with him.
And I spent a good amount of time back there stoking it and keeping it going. More than a few times my butt started getting cold, so I sorta squatted over the fire so the heat and smoke would warm up my backside and it felt so good.
This afternoon I had an appointment to have my taxes done, but I didn’t have a change of clothes, so I went wearing the same things from last night. As soon as I step in the office, the secretary takes a sniff and asked me “do you smell something burning?”
