Friday night I did the laundry and watched a little TV. Nothing much to report there.

Saturday I went into work about 10 am. I knew I was going to be there for a few hours but I didn’t plan on staying until 8 pm, time flies when your having fun. Only I wasn’t having fun I was working, are you not paying attention?

Sunday night I just sat around the house watching some stuff that I had DVR’ed earlier in the week.

Sunday, I went back to work at 10 but only stayed until 6. I could have stayed later, I still have a lot to do before this project gets submitted on Wednesday morning at 8. I’ll still be working late Monday and Tuesday nights. (That sucks because I have a weight-in on the first of the month, Friday, and I wanted to get in at least 3 hours of running in before then.)

After work Sunday I came home and mowed the lawn. As I was dumping the bag I heard some one call my name, I look down the drive way, no one. I think it must have been my imagination. Seconds, later I hear it again, I’m starting to think my hearing had totally check out. I turn to my left and its my neighbor wanting to have a neighborly talk. I think “Oh great what did I do now?” These are the cool neighbors the ones that have a 3 year old little girl named Sonya. Come to think about it I think they are both librarians, or maybe just the wife, or researchers or something like that, I really can’t remember.

Anyway, she tells me they are wanting to put up a new fence so they can get a dog. (they are new parents and like all new parents with kids that can talk but can’t read or write she spells out d-o-g, but her kid was no where around. I think what am I? A fucking moron?) They want to put a 5 foot tall chain link fence. She tells me this and I’m say ok, go ahead and take down this crappy one down. She tells me that the previous owner (my brother C-Boy) of my house put up the fence that is there now. He did? I question. I didn’t know this fact. Knowing him I bet the post are sunk 4 feet deep in concrete.

Yup, it’s in in concrete but I don’t know how deep. So I open my big fucking mouth and tell her that I’d help them put up the new fence if they wanted.

Fuck

As soon as I said it I regretted it. I don’t want to help those them put up a new fence.

The fence that is up now is rotting away in a couple of places and needs to be replaced any way. I’ll take it down but I’m not paying for a new fence to be put up. If they want to put up a new fence more power to them. I’m just not paying for it.

After I finished the yard I did something I haven’t done in a least 4 years. I IRONED! I usually take my work clothes to the dry cleaners. Because the rule (at least where I work) is if you can wash it at home its not business dress attire. But they changed the dress code a few months ago, so now we can wear dockers with a collared shirt. Much like 98.65% of the rest of the businesses in the metro. But after Labor day we are supposed to go back to the old dress code of ties and dress slacks. Which totes sucks, yo! But we’re old school.

I have a busy week planned out so I have to hit the hay.

Ya’ll be cool!