The Great Return
February 01, 2007
Motherfucker. The tire's back.
It's been safely stashed in our rented storage locker all this time, but in light of Paris Hilton's recent troubles I decided that was no place for our scandalous personal items like Noah's infant car seat and our spare broken Ikea lamp. Oh, Paris. Always teaching us such valuable lessons.
I was ready to just roll the tire down the basement steps, which is pretty much my solution to everything (laundry, boxes, Christmas decorations, toddlers), but Jason said he actually needed it, since he noticed a nail embedded in one of his tires.
That was a week ago. Sigh. And so it begins. TireWatch 2007: New Year, New House, Same Old Rednecks.
Also on the docket for February:
SpackleWatch, or Why Today's Luxurious Quilted Double Rolls Require Wall Anchors:
MulletWatch, or I Know, I KNOW, But My Husband Won't Let Me Cut It, Even Though Please, I Totally Rock the Home Haircuts:
And finally, BrokeWatch, or Lucky Us, We Get to Upgrade Our Electrical Panel Because Blah Blah Overloaded Circuit Blah Melted Plastic Doohickeys House Go BZZZFFBBT and Up In Flames:
It's been an interesting weekish or so. Thanks for your patience, and it's good to be back. Ish.