How can it be UnEventful, and yet so disturbing?
You know when your day starts out with the sound of rednecks in the backyard that something is just plain wrong. With the lawnmower steadily buzzing away I went back to sleep (screw that!) Only to wake up later to a half mowed lawn, an empty lawnmower, and a Kirby salesman at the front door. Jade and I, having very little else to do, entertained them as the salesmen dropped off a tiny little girl, her Vacuum of Doom, and disappeared for about an hour. She showed us how the monstrosity worked, the whole time apologizing as it was only her second day. The whole thing was actually quite amusing. She was a neat person, after it was all said and done worth the distraction. By the time they were leaving the lawnguy was FINALLY coming back. Apparently he had left about 930a to "get cigarettes, some oil for the mower, and be back." In the FOUR HOURS he was gone, he had also picked up his daughters, and brought stuff back to fix the weedwacker thing. So I was introduced to this dude t...