Locked Up

The carpet cleaners came at ten this morning. Actually, they came just a little early, meaning that I wasn't yet dressed when they arrived and wanted into the building. The guy had a very crazy eye. To be honest, I couldn't have told you which eye was working correctly. He did a nice job on the carpet though. As far as I can tell, all of the stains came out.
While he was doing the carpets, I went to George's apartment to check on his disposal. He had mentioned to me this weekend that something wasn't working. I had no idea what he was saying, but I could tell it wasn't an emergency so I had said I'd check on it Monday. So, true to my word, I asked him what was wrong and he demonstrated that the garbage disposal was not working. Nothing happened when I threw the switch, so I crawled under his sink to have a look. This was the first one I've had to mess with, so I quickly crawled back out and decided to call Karen and see what she recommended before I made anything worse. It turns out there is a reset switch at the bottom of the disposal. I crawled back under, pressed it, and almost peed my pants. The switch had been left in the on position and that thing came roaring to life right over my head, sounding like it was trying to grind up a human corpse. After I got it shut back off, I went and found a flashlight and some pliers and had a look down the drain. I ended up pulling a four inch long piece of clear plastic from who knows what and tried again. It made the same awful noise. I looked again. Finally, I found a little inch long piece of crystal (quartz maybe) and removed that. Who knows how that got in there. But it's all fixed now.
When Daulton showed up he told me that his teacher/prison guard or whatever that guy is had said he would come by today to check on him. Since the carpet guy was here, Daulton couldn't vacuum, so I just had him sit and watch out the window for the guy and should he see him, I would have had him start cleaning the windows. The guy never came.
Taz boxers of Taz boxers.
Daisy had her first trip to the vet today. She did fine. We got her some flea medicine and heart-worm preventative. She was also microchipped. Anna asked the vet how old he though she was and he guessed three, not quite four months. That's bad. If that's really the case than she is going to get much bigger than we want. Let's all hope he's wrong.
Ever lay in bed and contemplate death and absolute non-existence? Ever thought about what it would really mean if all the atheists are right? I did last night and freaked myself out a good one. I'm still kind of messed up.
I took a shower last night, but I didn't shave. I suppose that really means I should shave tonight.
I would like to get my hair cut soon. It's in the in between stage of long and short, and I don't like it like this. I like it short, and I like it really long. In between, I just look like a goober.
Anna craves Fazoli's like I crave Chinese.
Or Chick-Fil-A.
I was discussing Chick-Fil-A with my brother today. I was lamenting that even with his transition from ASU, which had a restaurant on campus, back to Colorado Springs, he was not without easy access to that glorious goodness. I, on the other hand, traded in a state without a single Chick-Fil-A for one that had it but an hour away. Which is like having none at all if your wife prefers Fazoli's.
Howie just pooped, and it was really stinky. It was so stinky that I was afraid he hadn't used the litter box. But after checking the whole room with a flashlight, I have determined that he did indeed use the litter box. He just has really stinky poop.
Fernie is just cruising right along.
Daisy still hasn't had any accidents here.
Anna was trying to teach Daisy some tricks, but it seems she may already know "sit" and "beg." I guess next we'll have to teach her to "go fix dinner."
I think I'm going to go attempt a BLT with those tomatoes I stole yesterday. And no Sara, I am not going to try it with peanut butter, but I am going to make my own special kicked up mayo for it (chipotle and ancho chile powders, cajun seasoning, and the like).
I only just discovered the wonders of chipotle chile powder this year. Thank you, Foodnetwork.
p.s. Once again, I have forgotten something. In this case, I completely forgot the reason for my title. When got got back from the vet, we discovered that Howie had spent the whole time locked up in our bedroom. We had been keeping the door shut so that Anna could have a sanctuary from pet dander, but apparently, he surmounted our defences. Though somehow, he failed to consider a line of retreat once he did.