CasaKeepers
9 days until the Lamz showcase. which means i’m spending all day and night at the studio. parm got evicted to my rents the past couple days… i guess i’ll pick him up sunday, before shipping him back thursday.
and i will finally get my tv back next tuesday. about damned time. the little red light on the dvr that says it’s recording stopped mocking me a couple days ago… i can only hope i have 50 episodes of judge judy to watch when i hook it back up.
get this, the old neighbor behind me, who thinks i absolutey hate her (might be some truth in that), told chelsea the latest reason: because i won’t even look in her windows at her. the nerve i have! apparently, she says that she stares at me when i take the dog out, and i won’t bother looking in to see what she’s up to. ummmm… sorry you old bag that i’m not a peeping jason. i mean, if you were like 20 and hot, sure, let me get out the telescope… but, you’re not. so i’ll just avoid any and all contact (eye, or otherwise) that I can. K?byebye
speaking of Chels, the other day she was on a mission cleaning the house all crazy-like, and i notice a couple old well dressed dudes walking around outside with clip boards.
“Jehovah’s Witnesses” I screamed… “they’re alllll you.” and i bolted back to the confines of my office, dog in tow.
Sure enough, knock knock ring ring, and they’re at the door. I told her to tell them she was cleaning my house and didn’t live here. But of course, Chelsea, friendly to every last human and bug on the planet, can’t just tell them to leave… instead she starts listening to every word they had to say. And every opening she got to tell them to scoot, she’d actually ask a question. i mean, wtf?!
Thinking quickly, and knowing I was dressed in super bum clothes including a ratty tshirt and sweats, I grabbed the nearest cleaning tool thingamajobber I could find… one of those crooked necked toilet bowl cleaner bottles, and made my way to the door.
“Hey, we’re on the clock! We gotta get this house cleaned,” I said as I shook the blue liquid containing bottle at them.
for some reason the old guys bought it. they said “oh sorry, we know you’re on the clock, so can we leave this literature?” which of course chelsea gladly took , and they were on their way.
and on an aside, i actually managed to buy a miley and a justin beaber (beeber? beiber??) song in the same day (i swear I didn’t know he was featured on the track). shoot me.
