Today was a down day. Camera Girl and I were out and about on errands. She needed to buy a replacement hamster and I needed to get some angle iron for temporary fence supports.
A few months ago our intrepid hamster Jellybean left this mortal coil. Because he was an especial favorite of Princess Sack of Potatoes Camera girl told her that Jellybean was sick and had to go to the hospital for medical care. And in due time he was apparently forgotten.
But this week she remembered ans seemed very sad that he hadn’t returned from the hospital. Feeling terrible for the little girl, Camera Girl told her that he’d be returning very soon. But after checking with her animal seller she was unable to obtain one of the same color. Jellybean was black and the only available replacements were brown and white.
The discrepancy will be explained thus. The new hamster is Jellybean’s cousin and because he has no home, Jellybean has agreed to switch places with him and go back with his family.
Then to move the process along we asked her to name the new hanster and she quickly settled on Terret. At least that’s how I’m spelling it. It sounded like it rhymed with ferret so Terret it is. I told Camera girl that I will field any additional questions concerning Jeelybean and Terret going forward. Camera Girl is just not a convincing liar and I am something of a natural born storyteller.
So angle iron is a lot more expensive than I remember it. A four foot length of 18 gauge angle was twenty two bucks! But I bought a couple and I’ll see if it’ll do the trick. The first semi-decent day I’ll go out with the angle, a sledge hammer and some screws and put an end to one of the broken posts on the fence. Ah, the joys of home ownership.
So I hear Dopey Joe is going to release a million barrels of oil from the strategic reserve every day until the election. What a genius! Next thing I guess he’ll release a million cows a day and ten million chickens a day from the strategic livestock reserve. And to finish it off he’ll be releasing a million tons of wheat a day from the strategic grain reserve. We really deserve a better grade of psychopaths from our ruling class. Well, you get what you pay for.
Anyway, I’ll get back to work now and pound out some high quality outrage. Enjoy the night.