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Technology has been the bane of Casa de stupidtom this week. Well, technology and the fact that I have a party to get ready for on Saturday. Tuesday night we lost power just as I was sitting down to create a fake myspace thing to spy on one of the people who used to work here. That is a longer story than it needs to be so I’m going to skip it. Not because of its length but because it’s boring. Once I make the fake space and make friends with the subject I might write some of it down. If it’s as good as everyone in the office tells me I will definitely write it down but at this point I know nothing.
Wow, Sargent Schultz just shuffled across my brain, nice. Anyway, the power went out and wee were living Little House until about two thirty in the morning. Luckily I sleep just this side of death so the complete power on didn’t wake me but I’m told it took Liza twenty minutes to scramble around and turn everything off. Then last night I had to begin party preparations and my neighbors saw the signs that begin another outdoor party season.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen it is time once again for Lizapalooza. The third annual celebration of my wife’s birthday that started on her 40th and doesn’t show any signs of stopping. I throw this party for her and try to take care of everything but at some point she can’t help but try and insert herself into the preparation. Her ideas only get in the way of my complicated Let’s-get-some-beer-and-invite-a-big-mix-of-people-over system. This year is on a budget because every other aspect of our lives is and why should the party be any different so it will be closer to my way than hers. Anyway, back to the party sign…
I can almost feel our backyard neighbors shudder when they see me cleaning off the patio and pulling the extra coolers out of the shed. I actively cultivate an adversarial relationship with my Western boundary neighbor so I always make sure he gets a good view of the cooler scrubbing operation. Last year at this party he flicked his porch lights on and off in an effort to trigger some kind of bar instinct to send everyone home but it didn’t work. Tonight is stage two and I will report on the progress tomorrow.
On a side note I have discovered a tragic flaw in my brackish cooler water trick. After using it for more than a year now I have noticed a drain trail of death. I have completely killed the grass in a stream pattern from the cooler drain zone down to the side of the shed. If I actually cared about my lawn this would probably upset me but aside from the mud it just means less to mow. I might have to get some saw dust or rocks to prevent an invisible hazard. Typing that just solved my problem. I will borrow some safety cones from work. I love it when a plan comes together.
Not typing at night means that I have to write this in an iGoogle window which is like typing in a cell phone window. If I want to go back and try to figure out where I was going or if I’m repeating myself its scroll city and who has time for that. I’ll post something proper as I nurse my hangover on Sunday.
