Beware the Ides of March. And 30' box trucks that scrape against Jersey barriers, drive over yellow line, white line, yellow line, change lane no signal, drift left, drift right, hey!
I actually exist. My car is silver, it is supposed to be visible. Do not shift lanes to the right while I'm there, Mr. Old Guy with Entire Clan in Car. If I hadn't stopped, I would have your license number and insurance information written down, and would be filling out police reports, which is not fun.
On a completely different subject, I actually exist. My car is silver. You were stuck in a left turn only lane a half a mile from the light and I was travelling at 55 MPH straight, almost, but not quite, within spitting distance of the right turn only lane which didn't exist when you cut right, forcing me to powerslide down the highway to avoid parking my engine somewhere between your trunk and front seat. I'm sure the whole collapsing car trick would have totalled both of our cars, and, quite possibly, your sorry ass. And I'd likely have a police report to fill out.
And now for something completely different. Speaking of ass, I have an incredibly cute one. Two days in a row, I've had a Personal Fan Club member decide they couldn't be parted from me. The guy today kept looking pissed off when he passed me (once we made it to four lane roads,) so apparently I may look somewhat feminine from the posterior view. The blonde the day before loved me so much that she stayed even closer - she was actually closer than most normal human beans get when they're stopped at red lights. She maintained this lack of distance even when I slowed in the passing zone, with no other traffic in sight. Given that last factor, I actually rolled to a stop. And still, she stayed glued to me. I am hot.
I suppose, if I drove a Lamborghini or a Ferrari or some other slinky Italian number, or maybe even some ugly pseudo-nice car (which covers most of everything else over the $50,000 price tag,) I could understand, but this is a Contour. Nothing sexy about it.
On a similar note, having nothing to do with any of the previous junk, much work has happened at the house these past two days. The project post
has been updated and progressified to contain the latest and greatest facts. Our water is now soft and squishy, my hair no longer feels like a brillo pad, the crud in the shower feels like it might actually decide to come off if cleaned, and I have hope that the rest of the plumbing is happy with this nice, friendly H2
0 running through its veins. The basement already smells better, which is a marked improvement considering all the PVC pipe and sealant (think: airplane glue) used down there - in fact, it's barely noticeable today, despite more pipes going in today than yesterday. So, the dehumidifier works.
The radon fan is in a holding pattern with Fed Ex, which seems to have trouble getting clearance to land, something about a big fat guy in a red suit. Hopefully, that will be in tomorrow and Dave will finish up.
The holiday lunch at work went great - lots of compliments on the ribs, and a few requests for the top secret recipe (both of which were responded to with links to the entry detailing said top secret recipe for the whole entire world, or whoever happened upon it.)
Tomorrow: half day, and last day of the year for me at work - =)