So I'm finishing up this week alone here at the Alamo; I'll be honest, I don't much like it here when it's empty... it echoes, and then there's that ethnic presence too, that seems to make white folks like me uncomfortable. Good thing Jaydee's car looks like a cop car! Turns out the natives aren't too fond of the Law Man-- so much so they walk on the other side of the street now. I put on my big girl pants, poured a few stiff drinks, and I've managed to soldier through.
Jaydee is off on a cruise, with cabana bois rubbing sunscreen on his back, as he tries to escape the harsh Florida fall weather. It's that same weather that has us insulating the basement. It's mostly done, and unfortunately Fran and Getterduns had to re-do where they hung the TV mount because it was too low. Notice that awesome caulk job they did to fixor it up!
The crew is talking a break, especially since Scott the painter dude is having heart surgery (good call getting that taken care of, chief). And in other news, Fran's wife set his pillows on fire in the driveway. Do you know why? BECAUSE THEY WERE DIRTY! Jaydee is fortunate I have not set anything on fire in his absence.
That's partially because I have Carlton Meowpants for company, since he's officially moved in. The meowing at all hours of the night has mostly stopped (bet Jaydee is missing that action while on his cruise!). I got my classy cat to stop drinking out of the toliet, and I've managed not to get ragingly drunk enough where I'm vomiting in the toliet, or out in the streets screaming and busting beer bottles. Baby steps.