So, the water main? that busted 3 houses down, in my last blog? well, yesterday it busted again. next door. they had to dig up my neighbor's driveway.
(unfortunately it wasn't the neighbor on the other side of us, who i'd love to see something ridiculous like that happen to her- she's a gigantic bitch. lives alone, 4 ferrets, very possessive of her yard. when we were moving in, she left a nastygram on our uhaul after it being there for ONE day saying "my front lawn is NOT your personal parking space, PLEASE MOVE"- so today i go over there to ask if matt can have like, a third of his truck on her side, just to be courteous, while he's in colorado... and she goes "well i've got a question- what's wrong with YOUR yard?" ...it IS our yard. the other side is tiny and has the mailbox on it, you lonely old hag! ugh. i dont wish bad things on people, but y'know, if they had to dig up her entire driveway because the water main busted again... i would probably giggle. and put her reaction on youtube...)
but i digress. =D
so i was watering the front lawn and got bitten by 500 mosquitoes... and then i went to use the new sprinkler, the twirly kind, in the backyard- so i turned on the water, but it wasnt working, so i went n got all the kinks out... and of course, when i got to the kink closest to the sprinkler... it goes WHOOOOOSHSHHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and i go "AHHH!!" and i got SOAKED! i was trying to like, place it where i wanted it and run away from teh water at the same time but it covers 360 degrees, so i ended up running away from it. i got in a fight with the sprinkler, and the sprinkler won.
epic. fail. even my mom called me a fail.
this evening = fail.
i hate not talking to people i talk to on a daily basis, it's weird. talking to em becomes a habit, y'know? guess it's the same when you're actually in a relationship- when you break up, it's like quitting a habit, cold turkey, cuz you're expected to not speak to them for a while. and it's good for you, to not speak to them, so that it can be a clean break without more emotional splatter than necessary... but it's still weird. and sad. and quite lonely. SIGH.
i wish. lots of things. i wish someone my own age were into me. lol. right now, it's the 26 year old, who's reeally cute... but... he's 26. and i can see through his bullshit, why? because i have a brother who is JUST LIKE HIM. having matt as a brother has severely limited my dating pool- one of those quit before you even start things. he, on the other hand, got our waitress to fall in love with him by the end of the meal tonight, and even made sure she got his number and name so she could facebook stalk him. what the hell. he's just... he's just matt. always has been. i keep thinking that he'll grow up one day, but maybe this is it? dear god i hope not, for his future wie & family's sake. lol.
what's happening now:
we came home from taking matt to the airport... and our house was 80 degrees. our air con is not working, and i'm currently writing this in a sports bra and shorts, with a fan blowing. the temp has risen to 83. excellent.
maybe the repairman'll be cute ;)
