Monday, November 27, 2006

The scoop on the poop

So, it wasn't actually the septic tank at all. It was the alarm for the septic tank, which apparently has some electrical glitch in it that makes it screech for no apparent reason. I did have the distinct honor of looking down into our family's shit while the septic dude (who had this really odd minty smell about him) showed me how to manually override the pump to make sure that it was working properly if this happens again. Yeah, a banner day here at Builder Mama Headquarters. And not only was the dude late and didn't arrive until 10 AM, he also charged me $100 to fix abso-fucking-lutely nothing. I want his job. Except for the shit part.

In true form, EPOD (Eeyore Prince of Darkness) had his panties all in a wad by the time I got to the office. It's not that I'm going to skip out on making up my hours and catching up on my work, but I think he sincerely enjoys torturing me on a weekly basis. I think it's time to take back my EPOD to the store, because it's clearly defective. Of course, this could potentially bite me in the ass if they give me the new version of EPOD (which could be worse), or a store credit. *sigh*

So after dealing with his crabby ass (and also bitching to anyone who would listen about Joey falling down on his end of the deal to take care of meeting the shit dude today), I had zero motivation to do anything. I ended up surfing the net today plotting and planning some bling for the month of December, in which I hit the super trifecta of all time - my birthday, Christmas, and my 10th wedding anniversary. If I don't kill my husband first. I think I deserve something really, really nice, don't you? I got this lovely letter from my dear friend Susan at the David Yurman store in Las Vegas just last week, and I think she could certainly hook a girl up.

So that's my Monday. Getting the week off to a stellar start. Tune in next time, where I discuss my preparations for my waxing appointment - the first one I've had since early September. I have been losing sleep just thinking about it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Omigod. I'm such a prude. I've never had a bikini wax. Just about everybody on the eastern seaboard has seen my tits, but my heynannynanny has only been seen by a very select handful.

Now, I sort of feel uncool for never having had my shit waxed.

Thanks.

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