June. We turned the A/C on on May 24th and it has been hot ever since. I am already 100% done with summer and it isn’t even officially summer yet. Welcome to Ornery Cuss Season(TM). No–no, ornerier than usual. Ech. … The Weather Channel app keeps giving me notifications for weather that might happen in other states. Its supposed to just keep the current temp on my home screen, but suddenly alerts! Alerts! Irrelevant Alerts!…
May. Logically, I am aware that we have reached the fifth month of the year. And yet. My useless brain keeps screaming HOW IS IT MAY WHEN WE STILL HAVEN’T DONE SHIT WE NEEDED TO DO IN FEBRUARY. Anyway. Sometimes I wonder if I had gotten into WordPress back in the beginning, if I would have been able to hack and slash my way through learning how it worked like I did with other elements…
April. Right then. We keep having days of eighty-some-odd-degrees. But then there was also some snow. Because Minnesota. BUT! Look at this forecast. It’s open windows and hoodie weather. It’s so pretty. The kitchen faucet has been sputtering every time we turn it on, and making strange ticking noises when it’s turned off. The first time I questioned it, Bob said, could be sign of a leak. Did either one of us bend over and…
March. Sure. Warm. Cold. Warm. Snow. Warm. Snow. Warm. Blizzard. Snow. Cold. Snow. Warm. FIRE WEATHER. Sounds about right. It took five and a half years of fidgeting with it, but I finally wore out the Popsocket on my phone. I popped it open and my phone promptly went strangely…limp…in my hand and I realized the top half of the plastic was hanging by a quarter-inch connection. The last bit tore the rest of the…
February. This year is off to a rollicking good start, no? Jesus. Fucking. Christ. If I said what I really want to say, I’d be put on a watch list. There are enough news stories in the past week alone about people getting raided and arrested for mouthing off on the internet. I am so fucking exhausted. Anyway. Is it really just a lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats if it’s 1200-some-odd words? …) We…
Well it’s January. Which means it’s time for the annual ICE DAM! Just sitting at my desk, hearing the telltale pat-pat-pat of water dripping from the living room window frame. It hasn’t poured out yet, but I’m sure it’ll happen before its cleared. Now the HOA management company is requiring picture or video proof of the leak, or they won’t send anyone out. Like, yes, I’m lying about a fucking ice dam, please send someone…
