Fire in the Hole

An odd final week of July.

Fire in the Hole

This past week wasn't the most eventful week we've ever had, but we'll try to make the best of it!

Last Thursday afternoon I got home from work to find our neighbors Rob and Nicole's trash all over the hood of Nicole's car:

That's nothing new. Sometimes she even leaves it out there overnight and then drops it off at the dumpsters when she leaves the next morning. Kevin and I have often remarked to each other that it's only a matter of time until a raccoon shows up in the middle of the night and tears one of the bags to shreds, or until Nicole has some raw egg or old lunchmeat or something spill out and eat through her paint all night.

But this time, it was just the wind. And there were dryer sheets and empty water bottles ALL OVER the parking lot.

Disgusting.


Last Friday while I was at work, Kevin surprised me by mopping the bathroom floor, cleaning the toilet, burning the black mold out of the sink drain, and vacuuming the entire apartment.

Then he said he had thought about changing the cat litter as well, but he didn't feel like it right then.

Then an hour later he did the cat litter too :)

We went to Catherine and Ron's for dinner that evening and ordered from Schiano's instead of Taormina's for a change.

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Shout out to Catherine and Ron for letting us bring our laundry over and do it at their house so often.

That has certainly been way easier on me during my recovery from surgery than lugging it back and forth from our ghetto laundromat would be.

Just before dinner arrived we spotted a fox in Catherine and Ron's driveway:

And then with that, I got a notification about motion detected in our stairwell at home, and there was a fox there too!

This is our neighbor Ruth coming back upstairs after having gone outside to fetch an Amazon delivery in her jammy-jams while eating a banana.

That's just... that's Ruth. That's how she rolls.


On Sunday Kevin and I went to BJs together to stock up on supplies for the house.

There was a crew putting up the new utility pole that's been sitting in the grass for months now on Trenton Rd just up from Woolston.

They had some cones up along with a sign alerting drivers about the road work in 1,500 feet. But nothing about the couch that someone had thoughtfully left on the side of the road:

So Kevin snapped a picture and fixed the signage for them when we got home:

As for the "road work", this guy standing in the middle of the road purposely waited until he saw us coming, and then he came out to stop traffic.

The guy up in the bucket was disconnecting the wires going over the street, and we got to sit there for four minutes and 27 seconds while one guy did work and about 27 other guys stood around and watched:

As Kevin pointed out, this HAD to be done on a Sunday afternoon in peak weekend traffic. (3:00am on a Tuesday would have been unheard of an unacceptable.)

But eventually we were finally allowed to get on with our lives. Here were these three guys parked a block away from the actual work and just staring up at an entirely different pole, enthralled by it like they were watching a meteor shower:


Monday morning I had been at work for a few hours when I got a text from Kevin:

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"Hey, did you know our isopropyl alcohol is 90%?"
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"Of course. Why?"
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"Welp, my right ear was fused shut when I woke up. So I flushed it out with water and a bulb syringe. No big deal. But then I figured, well I'll put a drop or two of alcohol in there to evaporate any leftover moisture so I don't get an ear infection."
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"...And yeah, I found out the hard way that it's 90% IPA instead of like the 70% that I'm used to.

Might as well have stuck a bunch of angry hornets in my ear. Won't be doing that again any time soon!"

I feel like he probably did this at the bathroom sink, which is just a missed opportunity to have done it out in the stairwell like some people would probably do.

Here's another prize-winning shot of our neighbor Ruth that Kevin managed to snag same day:

Yes, she's half naked again. And also FLOSSING this time!


Then yesterday Kevin got another video of her.

This time she was nice enough to put some clothes on. But instead of eating just ONE banana, she appears to have graduated to eating an entire bunch!

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Either that or she's doing some go-karting with her friends and wants to make sure she comes in 1st place by littering the track with banana peels to slow everybody else down.

And today I had to complete a training exam for the DOD projects I work on at my job:

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I got a 93%!

And finally we have a TON of pics of the cats for you this month. Narrated by the cats themselves! Enjoy :)

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Wha?! It's cat pic time again already?

Okay, places everyone! Let's look alive!
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Mom's been trying to get me to catch the goldfish and the mice in her phone.
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But then when I go to attack, it's like the goldfish or the mouse doesn't exist. It's not on top of the phone. It's not underneath the phone. It's just nowhere.

So how do you get it?!
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Like Odin sometimes goes behind the shower curtain. But he's still THERE even when he's hiding.
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See, the problem is that Odin has no class. He'll sleep anywhere. I only sleep on the finest human beds, and I make sure I incorporate ALL the blankets!
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Bruh, it isn't about where you sleep. It's about being with your friends.
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See? I'll sleep on this crusty balled up mat as long as I got my man Lucky with me.
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I don't have time to squander on crusty mats. I just paid all the bills for the month AND sent United a sternly worded letter telling them that Luigi's coming for them if they don't cover Mom's hospital bills!
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United's gonna wanna listen to what I have to say, because they know I'm such a GANGSTA!
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What have you and Lucky done to help out around here?
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Way ahead of you, sister. I helped with laundry last week!
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Mom and Dad should throw YOU in the washer along with the clothes, Odin. You smell like stinky cheese!
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And now I'm in their bed! Hahahahahaha!
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I will say, if you ever grow into those legs and those whiskers of yours someday, you will be quite a beast.
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What are you talking about, Pen? I'm already a beast!

RAWR!
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I'm just tired. I had a long day.
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I hope nobody messes with me while I'm asleep.
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"What the hghukckhck?!

What happened? Who am I? What are my pronouns?!

I need therapy and a lap to crash on immediately! You gotta help me Riley!"
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I didn't actually say ANY of that, and you know it.
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No? Well that's how I remember it.
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Yeah well, just remember that Dad may have got me, but Mom got you too!
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See? She's getting her right now! And it's funny, 'cause, see, they call it 'bunny ears' 'cause... well I don't really know why, but they do. And the humans seem to consider it one of the higher forms of humor, at the expense of whoever they made look like a bunny.
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<sigh> See, I KNEW that some kind of skullduggery was going on behind me. But Dad had his phone in my face, and he was just rattling off every word I know in an attempt to get me to look at the camera. "Penny-Pen! Greenie-breakfast-dinner-loud-noise-hungry-eat?"

Exactly which part of this moment was I supposed to aim at?!
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OH! Don't forget when I saw that fly in the kitchen!!
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Yeah, when you would've dive bombed off the back of Riley's chair and straight into the window if Dad hadn't stopped you?
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Hey man, that had nothing to do with my personal safety. That was Dad being greedy because he wanted the kill for himself!

And anyway, I got three Greenies out of that. Plus Mom shook my hand and thanked me for my service and dedication, because she KNEW I had tracked that fly for a good 45 minutes before Dad finally came and whopped it. He never would have had a chance if I hadn't done all that legwork!

Anyway, I definitely needed a nap after that.
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Sofa's a little lumpy. Back to the crusty mat on the floor.
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Sweet dreams, weirdo.
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Yeah, whatever. Isn't it about dinner time? Have fun getting mauled have to death by Dad!
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What are you talking aBAUKHโ€”
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Damn. He did get me.
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Oh well. Now we just play the 'Is it Dinnertime?' game.
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Dad asks me if I'm hungry, and I say yes. And then he says, well let's go get it.
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And then I try my best to reach the food myself. Or at least to point to it in case Dad forgot where it is from last night and every night before that.
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Whatever, Odin. At least I'm not as weird as your pal Lucky!
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Why? What's so weird about Lucky?
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You don't know about the BUTT SPANKS?!
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He'll just jump on Riley's lap while she's trying to play Red Dead, and he'll be like, "Hey you! Spank my butt!"

How did you not know about this? EVERYONE knows about this.
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Okay, hold up a sec. I haven't decided how I feel about this new development.

Processing... Processing... Processing.
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Alright yeah, that is pretty weird.
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Yeah, you two can judge me all you like. But you don't even know.
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You don't even know how good this is!

I'll be getting butt spanks well into August.