First-Person Narrator

OMG, it is so windy. I very innocently decided to do some laundry, stepped out the door and got an immediate face-full of mesquite leaves.

"Pthpta!" I said eloquently, shaking my head to clear my eyes. Obeying gravity, the leaves fell immediately into my cleavage. And then the wind swept another batch into my face.

Some twenty minutes later, the laundry (after being shaken until clear of mesquite) was in the washer, and I was back in the house, picking leaves from various parts of my person.

Like my ears.

I'm not sure I approve of this weather.

Last night, as Karen and I puttered around in the kitchen, we discovered a roach. I flailed and squeaked, as I am wont to do when confronted by roaches (though not other insects. Idek), and Karen very valiantly squashed it. And then later, I was doing something else in the kitchen, and I saw a roach that was kind of partially squashed running across the floor. When I had finished jumping and yelping, I grabbed a book, wrapped it in a paper towel, and did a thorough smushing job.

And then I went to tell Karen about it! For SOME REASON, she wasn't actually thrilled to hear that either a) the first roach had survived her squashing and escaped the trash bag or b) there were two roaches in the kitchen in one night. She was clearly missing the point. The point about how I was awesome, and didn't run away shrieking. Annnnyway, I was quick to reassure her that, for some reason, there are always two roaches in the house when there's one.

"It's like the Sith," I explained. "There are always two: a master, and an apprentice."

This is why alla y'all wish you could come be my houseguests. I make you sleep in a room with a Barbie morgue, and there might be a pair of roaches at some point, but I will come into your room in the middle of the night and make hilarious geeky references for your amusement.

I'll also drive you to and from an Applebee's on a Saturday night so you can drink mudslides as big as your head. It's possible that Karen actually appreciates that part more.

Jimmy and I got a storage unit thingy to sit on the counter-top in our bathroom, since there is a strange lack of cabinet in there. He put it together, and we hoisted it up and hey! Presto! Clutter contained. It was all very exciting, but now there is this huge, plain white box with a door sitting there just drawing the eye.

So I kinda thought maybe I should stencil some robots on it. Make it a robot themed bathroom.

Jameson did not see the appeal in this notion, though he did vaguely agree with my assertion that themed bathrooms work much better than, say, themed living rooms, and if we wanted to do something silly and a little out-there, the bathroom would be a good place.

I think I need something better than robots to convince him with. Maybe dragons?

Discuss!

Me: Did you finish that thing for Ann?

Jameson: No.

Me: Did you do any dishes?

Jameson: No.

Me: Did you take care of your car registration thing?

Jameson: ...No.

Me: ...Did you put together that storage unit?

Jameson: Yes.

Me: *looks pointedly at non-assembled storage unit*

Jameson: It's a special kind of done. It's quantum-done. So you ruined it just now by measuring it.

The garden gnome was a semi-gag gift from Mom and Dad. They drove over last night and put it in our front yard for us to discover. They did the same for my brother and his fiancee. Our gnome is sitting on a pile of books and reading. Evidently, his name is Lucas!

I hate doing dishes, but there is something wonderfully restful about a cleaner kitchen.

I had this sort of vague fantasy of having the kitchen/dining area totally squared away in time to have a (very small) dinner party this month, but I doubt it'll happen. There's still a ton to do, including some more painting, some drilling and hanging of cabinet doors, and dealing with the scary and strangely cavernous spaces under the kitchen counter. Theoretically, they could be fabulous storage. In practice, they are dark, dank and generally gross.

Jameson and I created a very nice pantry out of a pre-fab closet storage unit, and we're thinking about setting up another, shorter piece from the same line as a microwave counter and place to store things like table linens, but for now I need to figure out a way to work it out with some plastic storage units I have saved from my college days (I have one that's very sturdy and has a particle-board top which I think I can repurpose). I've got to get the microwave off the counter, because putting a cutting board on top of the stove in order to make a prep surface for complex cooking is really a pain (literally. I burned myself a couple days ago).

...This is probably up there on the top ten list of Most Boring Posts Robyn Has Ever Made, so I think I'll just stop here and go do some more of those dishes.

Usually it's pretty awesome if your significant other says, "you were right. I was wrong."

It is not awesome if the admission is followed by, "do we own a plunger?"

Man, how long does it take for a drill battery to recharge, anyway? I just want to hang some goddamn shelves!

As of this evening, we have a working microwave in the Casa de Fleming y York. Woo! Now I can eat frozen vegetarian corndogs whenever I want (providing that there are some in the freezer, of course).

Other things that are making me happy right now:

* Henry Weinhard's Orange Cream Soda. Mmmmm.

* Feeling like I'm accomplishing something with my writing.

* The prospect of a dress-up costume that doesn't require specialized undergarments and which will not restrict my breathing or motion. OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG.

* Five Times / Five Things format fic. I have much love for this stylistic device.

I've been pretty busy. Still working on getting the house in order, with fairly good results. The kitchen is very nearly entirely functional! I believe we may have finally attained shelving sufficient to our books! The office makes a great place to play D&D! Soon I will have a functioning living room and dining area, I can feel it.

I've also been busy reading romance novels, doing unnecessary craft projects (my re-covered card table looks awesome, however) and having another "oh god what am I doing with my life??" crisis. One of these days, I'm going to stop feeling that way. Who knows when, though. Yeesh.

I need to get some writing out there again. But I've been feeling too mentally drained to do any new work, and I dunno that anything I've got in my virtual drawer is worth anything.