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cabensonWhat a BEAUTIFUL day! And because it is so beautiful, I have been guilted in to working outside on the house instead of sitting here, researching and playing. I agreed, but insisted that we needed to go to Lowe's first. $100 worth of caulk, paint, painting supplies and gardening shit later, I have become...The Caulk-Master. I finished cleaning away the old caulk on the concrete window ledge, scraped the mother down, and laid a beautiful bead of caulk to seal her up. Bitch asked for a cigarette when I was done. Now...the interior windows.
And there was another sighting of The Burning Bush this afternoon. For those that have never heard this tale, allow me to start at the beginning. One lazy, early summer Sunday morning, I was pulled from my bed by Mrs CB's cries, "My eyes. my eyes!!" Running down the hall, as much as I can run, I breathlessly asked what was wrong. She explained that she had been innocently sitting on the love-seat that faces a rather large picture window, reading the comics. She looked up for the briefest of moments to witness the house dress of the 800lb redhead that lives across the street flying ...upward. Trying to decide whether to laugh or cry, Mrs CB stated that it appeared that she was indeed, a true redhead. Taking in to account this neighbor's propensity to scream obscenities at her spouse and or children at any time during any day (Mother's Day we heard, "Don't FUCK with me, this is MY day!!), we have nicknamed her "The Burning Bush".
And yes, it was a bit breezy today. And bleach in your eyes DOES sting a bit.
Off to do more caulking...painting comes tomorrow.
And there was another sighting of The Burning Bush this afternoon. For those that have never heard this tale, allow me to start at the beginning. One lazy, early summer Sunday morning, I was pulled from my bed by Mrs CB's cries, "My eyes. my eyes!!" Running down the hall, as much as I can run, I breathlessly asked what was wrong. She explained that she had been innocently sitting on the love-seat that faces a rather large picture window, reading the comics. She looked up for the briefest of moments to witness the house dress of the 800lb redhead that lives across the street flying ...upward. Trying to decide whether to laugh or cry, Mrs CB stated that it appeared that she was indeed, a true redhead. Taking in to account this neighbor's propensity to scream obscenities at her spouse and or children at any time during any day (Mother's Day we heard, "Don't FUCK with me, this is MY day!!), we have nicknamed her "The Burning Bush".
And yes, it was a bit breezy today. And bleach in your eyes DOES sting a bit.
Off to do more caulking...painting comes tomorrow.
