Thursday, October 13, 2011

a rough day, a lousy date







Anonymous said...

I need closure on the bug subplot, please.

the Drunken Housewife said...

Okay! So the Sober Husband and I, due to conflict, split company, and I got home first... to discover that our beloved babysitter had bagged up a bunch of bugs in one of those pesky little plastic bags that covers the SF Chronicle and tied a knot in the end, leaving the bag full of lots of air. "I couldn't bear to kill them." I paid her generously. Lola was already asleep.

The Sober Husband didn't get home until an hour later, and then today he tells me, "I forgot [Babysitter] was an entomologist. Those were flying termites." WTF? I repeat, WWWWWWTTTTTTTFFFFFFFF???? Why wasn't something said to me, the person who collected the plastic bag full of living bugs?

I just sent an email to my neighbor who recently used a termite service asking for a referral.

Is that enough closure for you? Or do you want sanity? That I can't give you.

J9 said...

Damn it! fucking termites. mother fucking bug emergencies, and fucking fuck wad neighbors trying to fucking electrocute themselves. fuck this fucking shit.

the Drunken Housewife said...

I like you, J9. I really like you.

GodsKid said...

In case this helps: "Ghostbusters" is said to be playing on (select) big screens every Thursday this October. Dunno if you are like me, but that might make a nice make-up date! Or even a kid-friendly outing.

Jason said...

just sent a resume to the Learning Hale on Ward, and I remembered you and a crazy grin appeared so I had to say hi. So, um, "Hi".

the Drunken Housewife said...

Well, "hi" with a crazy grin right back atcha!