I feel bad for the exterminator. You need a hazmat suit (or at the very least, a gas mask) to enter George and Katie's apartments. When he was here on Wednesday, Katie's apartment was as bad as it has ever been. When she opened the door, I literally had to suppress a gag. I heard the exterminator take a huge breath behind me and then watched his face turn red as he held his breath while spraying Katie's apartment. You cannot understand how bad it is. George was in there with here, and they had obviously been smoking all day. It must have been 80 degrees in there, and the apartment looked like it was in a fog. Our exterminator deserves an award for valor or something.
The Broncos are awful. They make me cry.
Sunday's game is "Orange Sunday," which I suppose might help the fans at the game be more enthusiastic about watching their team flail around like a dying chimpanzee on hallucinogenic drugs. They play the Jets. The "experts" seem to be arguing whether the Jets, Ravens, or Steelers are the NFL's best team. I, however, am not sold on the Jets. I think they are a fluke. Therefore, I give the Broncos a small chance in this game, but this does not mean I think they will win. I'm going to go with a final of 27-20.
I should have posted a prediction for last weeks game. It would have looked awfully close to the final score.
Someone, please kill McDaniels.
I've seen a few deer so far this season. I've passed up three different does so far. They were all on the small side.
Anna is not so secretly delighted each time I come back and report that I have yet to shoot a deer.
I think Chief might have brain damage. He keeps looking at me with his left eye half closed.
Anna has gotten the chance to sub for several different music teachers. She always seems to enjoy it. Sadly though, she hasn't had any awesome stories about horrible children burning down the schools.
George now has a "representative payee" to control his money. He has to have this because all his money somehow ends up in the hands of hookers. He says they steal from him, and yet he lets them come back every month. I think he gives them the money and then won't admit to it. Regardless, he has been appointed a woman to keep his finances in order so that there is money to pay for food and rent. She is mad at me because I told her we couldn't set up an electronic transfer for George's rent.
Last Sunday was pastor appreciation Sunday. They gave us a bunch of candy and a gift card. I didn't realize they thought of us as pastors.
We're trying to write a Christmas program. We're going to have one of the little girls dress up as a young version of one of the guys in the congregation. This will mean full cowboy getup, and I am pushing for her to grow a full beard and a handlebar mustache as well.
I actually showered earlier, so I don't need to shower right now.
Gray.
Howie is rubbing up against my leg. He is plotting my demise.
Anna isn't feeling well tonight. I hope she isn't getting sick.
Anna found some videos on youtube with instructions for do-it-yourself silk-screening, and we are going to make shirts for the kids. We made a couple practice ones. They look pretty decent. We think the kids will like them.
Anna's aunt feel and broke her hip a week ago. She's only a couple years older than my parents. She seems too young to have broken a hip. I can't imagine my parents with broken hips.
Anna likes to point it out when she sees gray hairs in my beard or hair.
The inside of my right ear itches.
Hey guys, that reunion we had the other day was awesome. Jana, I can't believe you did that thing with Bob. I'm so glad we didn't invite Sara. She smells funny.
There were two ladies here the other day to see George. I think they might have been daytime hookers. They were asking him if he wanted to go to a Halloween party. They wanted to dress him up as a pimp.
We went to a high school football game on Friday night. One of the girls from church is in marching band, and we wanted to show our support. It happened to be Anna's alma mater, and we had to make every effort to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear that they would remember her and we'd be caught talking with them awkwardly for hours. On the plus side, the football team actually won which, as I understand it, is a minor miracle.
People who hate on Columbus Day should go die.
Anna came up with this really cool (and slightly creepy) sounding piano line, and she is currently recording it, so she doesn't forget it. Sometimes Howie likes to play along on the piano with her.
Anna is the most metal person I know.
Project 86 is releasing a live album this year. I think that's rather awesome. You should all buy it because you need to spend your money on music you won't like.
Speaking of music you won't like, you should all listen to Norma Jean's album "Meridional." I can't stop.
People who read this blog: Aussie's
Someone from Queensland, Australia found our blog by googling "Hoff's Adventures." I wonder if they were looking for David Hasselhoff. That's creepy. I despise my nickname.
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