No Plumber's Crack Here

Let's check in and get caught up on everything around town, shall we?

Here at the Cubicle Asylum: One of the freight companies we use has hired a new sales rep. We always know when she's scheduled to come by, because PG (purchasing guy) wears aftershave and his assistant, Donald, wears his least holey britches. She's got that sweet little flirtatious laugh that turns their faces red and she's blonde and tiny.

I don't like her. She doesn't bring donuts. The old guy used to bring us a box of biscuits from Bojangles. Someone needs to explain the sales rep rules to her.

In other Asylum news.. Bossman has finally realized that I do a metric butt load of work around here and has started to take up some slack. Someone told him that it used to be two sales people and the sales manager, but that the old manager used to do part of the paperwork too. And now, it was just me. So he's slowly learning to do some of the easy stuff.

It is awesome and I am getting caught up.


Around Frog Pond Holler: I reckon the big rock slide up on I-40 has finally been cleared after months of bumper to bumper traffic being detoured through town. Yesterday, it was like someone flipped a switch. It went from cars, trucks and RVs for as for as the eye could see, to hardly any vehicles on the road at all. There's still traffic, foot traffic from hikers wandering down off the trail, but at least they stay out of the road... for the most part anyway.

I hope to get some pictures while all the redbuds and dogwoods are in bloom. Town looks sorta like a Thomas Kincade painting with all the flowering trees, right before the weather turns insanely hot and we all start bitching about under boob sweat and threatening to run over tourists in our pickup trucks.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer: It pains me to say this, but the sewage ordeal is still... stewing. Warmer temperatures have given our Curative Pool of Natural Healing a strong aroma, right by the front steps. Of course, there are now five huge lengths of pvc pipe laying over it, pipe that Ma honestly thought I was going to go out there and install.

Ain't no way in hell.

The latest I've heard is that the guy who came out last time is coming back, but he's busy now so we have to wait. Well what the hell is another month or two at this point?

*insert eye roll here*

There is hope (sort of) on the garden front. Aunt Moses was supposed to come down and till it out for me, but now Ma informs me that Aunt Moses has to drive the school bus and teach school, so she won't have time to do it.

I'm not even 100% sure Aunt Moses graduated from high school. She might be working as a substitute or an aide or something. Maybe she's doing lunchroom duty. Who knows? The way Ma gets messages all discomboobilated, there's no tellin'.


The plan is that Aunt Moses is going to bring the tiller down to the house and leave it and I can use it.


I can't even walk through the house without breaking toesies, so this ought to be interesting, but I'm bound and determined. If I have to do it in shifts over several days to get it done, that's what I'll do. I'll just have to wait a day or two until my current FMF flare has time to settle it's little ass down.

Why does everything have to be so COMPLICATED?

I'll be so glad when Hidden Mahala finally makes me rich and famous.

Heh. That was sarcasm, in case you were wondering.

I guess I should get my bootay in gear. I've got papers to shuffle. Y'all have a humpalicious Humpday. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!

1 comment:

tiff said...

Dang - won't someone's bubbahubby till for y'all?