What I wanted to do was....

Today started off as well as it could around here.  Carloada is a good word to describe things happening around me today.  Carloada stuff that isn't happening to me per-se and was just an interested bystander to.  Until about twelve-thirty.  We'll get to that in a minute.

I woke up and had breakfast with the guys from church.  I made myself go because that fellowship is important and I don't often make the time for it I should.  When you work six days a week, it's tough to make yourself hang out for a few minutes after church.  Gotta get home and get stuff done, you know.  I need to get OUT of that habit.  I'm missing out on being sociable.

I went to the HD and got the rest of what I needed for painting the bedroom.  I have drop cloths paint pan liners, foamy brushes, TSP, rubber gloves, a new sponge, and a bucket so I can wash the walls.  I knew I had to work today, so I just did the shopping.  I came home and removed the latex paint from the closet door with a razor blade.  I must've forgot to scuff sand that because the paint peeled right off. Said door has now been scuff sanded.

About one in the afternoon, my roomie knocked at the door.  Not the immigrant, but the other one.  The  range doesn't work.  Great.  A little online troubleshooting, and troubleshooting with a voltmeter and quickly we determined it wasn't getting enough juice.  Recycled the breaker and bingo bear, we have stove again.  He was happy and I gave thanks to God right there and then.

A quick trip to the computer (I'm involved in an online thingie I unwittingly got into thanks to a friend of mine who posted going commando was a good idea) and then I was gonna let the muttleys out and go to work.

At twelve-thirty today, I got invited to the party.  I didn't reply to the IM.  I just mindin' my own bidness and working with my hands.  But still, when you're dealing with crazy, it's a good idea to be around just in case someone tries to mess with the house.  My boss was kind enough to let me stay for four hours of OT.  Hate losing the money but someone's gotta take care of the dogs.

Because in the mayhem, I forgot to let the furry ones out to pee.  When I got home they HAD to go!

I never know what is gonna happen next, but I do know that God is good and His Word is true.


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