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i’m alive, err i think. it’s been quite a week kids, quite a week.

last weekend we did all sorts of crap–i picked up a rooftop cargo box we got for the subie, taking yet another step along the road of dadhood. i’m reserching dark socks and sandal combinations as we speak. it was sort of amusing, as i was struggling to get the fucker on the roof rack, one of natty’s midwives came out of the store and offered to help. I wasn’t in any peril or anything, just needed to figure some shit out. so i graciously declined, she mutter something about how i “probably dont’ ask for directions when lost either” and then got up on the otherside of the car and started messing with shit.

i dunno, i thought it was a little bit uncalled for, i mean i really dont’ think i come off as a stereotypical “i’m on top of it , little honey” kinda guy. I thought she threw off the gloves a little early with a comment like that.
So i said to her “this isn’t like getting our hands all up in some womanly parts, missy–this is man shit, so get back to mixing your potions of ‘eye of newt’ or what ever the fuck it is that you do and leave me to figure this shit out, and after that i’m gonna get me a cold bud and watch that new roller derby show on A&E” (is that still on?). right well naturally i didn’t say that, in fact it didnt’ even occur to me until right now. but seriously, i thought she was rude.

we then headed to Lowes to purchase plantings for the back yard–it took an hour to determine that we didn’t like anything (by we i mean natty) and then in 3 mins we saw all these nice sage plants and natty came up wiht the idea for a sage garden…and then we were done.

Sunday was easter-go jesus! we went to nattys’ dad’s house. lots of people were there.  blah.

Monday i had to go to NYC for a project kick off meeting. all in all it was pretty uneventful. no dramas trying to catch trains or anything. i’d say the highlight was the morgan freedman looking conductor on the way home. i was waiting to use the bathroom, and then he comes out and says “looks liek someone short dicked in there and there’s a mess of paper towels on the floor”. he seemed pretty pissed off- i had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. so i went in to the bathroom. and sure enough there was a mess of paper towels on teh floor. i guess ‘short dicked’ means missing the toliet and pissing everywhere. i proceeded to laugh aloud, and did my best to not piss on the floor as the train bounced around through lower deleware.  I dunno it might be me, but i can’t imagine teh term ‘short dicked’ came out of white america…i could be wrong.

tuesday i had to go down to DC for the big don’t fuck it up client. i felt like something of a consultant rock star–2 clients, 2 cities, 2 days. so i got loaded on JD on the way in…bad move. i puked on my laptop during the meeting.

wednesday: work from home, help with the captain.

thursday, back to DC-natty and captain coming along. this time teh capt. got loaded on JD, he didn’t puke though. already trying to show off and be better than dad.

and now, friday. i’m weary kids, weary.

Super patio goes in this weekend, well at least i think. apparently i was supposed to get a call from teh company that is delivering the crushed stone..you know to make arrangements. no such call. i think’s sorta important to the project. maybe they’ll call today.hmm.