The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
halfshellvenus

Arrrrgh! Die die die!!!!

>.< I have officially reached the end of my patience with being stung while bicycling. Today's event was a sudden, burning stab that hurt so much it made me yell! And then move off the bike path and start lifting away my jersey to make sure the little f*@ker wasn't still in there, waiting to get me again.

I had on a really lightweight sports bra, which was not thick enough to blunt the sting. Usually, there's a *stab* and I think, "Wait, did I just get stung?" Today, the little monster got me square on the boob— enough that afterward, I wondered if it hadn't made a preliminary sting first, before going for the big one. Third or fourth sting this year! Pass the insecticide, please— I'm ready to rid the world of yellow jackets, once and for all. :(

I got some follow-up information to the sewer event that happened a couple of weeks ago. The guy that came to replace the dead plants has worked for about three years at the company the county subcontracted for the sewer job. He said that those blown-in sleeve replacements work really well about 90-95% of the time, but when they don't, things turn very bad very quickly. It's either "Yay!" or it's "OMG, there goes the rest of the day." /o\

This explains why the worker that came to the door was SO despondent on his second visit, when the project suddenly was not going well. The plant guy said that people he's worked with have had heart attacks from the stress. Yikes.

I'm working on this week's Idol story, and I really need to do travel planning for August and for our son's orientation trip to UCLA. I hate that kind of logistical planning, I don't know why. This was one of the reasons I wanted to elope when we got married— I had NO desire to do wedding planning, even for a low-key event.

On a visit up to Portland last October, I discovered that my mother and both sisters share my pathological hatred of grocery shopping. I knew my mother didn't like any form of shopping, but I thought I was the only one of the kids who felt the same way. Going to the grocery store makes me feel like my soul is draining right out through my feet. Ughhhhh.

Tags: but where is the logic?, cycling, home disasters, me, nature is evil, random
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