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It's Saturday. A day of rest and relaxation, right?
NOT IN THE FARGING BOUNCY HOUSEHOLD IT'S NOT!!!!!
I'm attempting to do the introduction for my thesis. That's bad enough, right?
Throw in Mr. Bouncy doing demolition in the child's bedroom across the hall (knocking down a wall to make the third and fourth bedrooms one big bedroom). He's cussing, sledgehammering, cussing some more, cussing, all morning and afternoon.
Just now he let out a string of REALLY loud blue language. It turns out when he cut off the electricity to the outlets on the wall he took down, he cut off the electricity to the entire master bedroom and bath and they won't come back on. He keeps telling me about it like I'm an electrician or at any moment, I'm going to magically know what to do. I'm not real clear on what he did in the first place, so I really can't help him. We just won't have electricity in there until he gets it figured out.
And he has something wrong with a nerve in his neck and swinging the sledgehammer has aggravated that. So now he's hurting.
The kid keeps turning up her DVD in the other room louder and louder, until I finally said if it goes up louder again, it's getting turned off.
The neighborhood kids, whom I normally quite like, have taken the sheet rock walls Mr. Bouncy has put out by the curb and are using it as skateboard ramps, only it's not quite firm enough and the fact that it falls apart is apparently so hilarious they are cackling like crazy out there.
I can't find the cat.
And there aren't even any good flamewars to give me an excuse to not read these research articles. I have to read them online, apparently, as BOTH of our printers are out of ink. Just found that out when I tried to print off a nine page article.
I give up.
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