Episode 23 - Full Time Writer

Friday - I prefer to think of it this way: My boss enjoys my blog so much that he's allowing me to write full time. But it's more accurate to just say I got laid off. One day before my birthday? Thanks, dude, for the generous gift. The upside is I can no longer say, 'I hate my job.' The downside is I have no excuse to put off kitchen work. Windows should be in Thursday.


Sunday - There are two schools of thought when confronted with a rat in your new kitchen. 1) Call pest control immediately and eradicate the problem, or 2) Place traps yourself, catch nothing, and then, upon sighting the leetle varmint, watch your wife scream, run out of the kitchen and trip over the folding chair like some drunken attempt at jumping hurdles. The first course of action may fix the problem more quickly, but the second is waaay more entertaining. Darndest thing I ever saw. Didn't even slow her down; kept right on running and screaming all the way to the bedroom.

Monday - Apparently the rats have been coming in through the doggie door. So that's gotta remain closed for a couple months until they're all gone. That means Sheila will have to hold it until morning. Also means I have no way to get in if I forget my keys.

Wednesday - Perhaps the worst thing about being laid off is that there is not one thing, no 'forest fire', no 'allergy', no 'sudden job interview', nothing, that can be used as an excuse as to why you didn't clean the shower. Sorry, baby. I'll get it tomorrow.

Friday - Registered with Central Casting. Hey, even 'extra' work is better than sitting on the couch, eating potato chips.

... to be continued...