Growing up, Brother # 1 would often pester me when I was in the bathroom. He’d run past the door and knock on it, or draw something and slip the paper under the door just to be obnoxious.
A few weeks ago we were visiting my parents’ house and as I excused myself to use the restroom I made a joke to my brother not to slip any notes under the door. Within thirty seconds, this materialized.
I love my crazy family.
And yes, my parents’ bathroom is carpeted, and that carpet is pink.
There are so many reasons I love Louie CK, and what a jerk he can be happens to be one of those reasons.
I bought one of his stand-up specials this morning to listen to on the way into work but I had forgotten my password in order to log in and download it, so I clicked the “forgot password” link and got directed to a page that says “Oh my god you’re an idiot. Give us your email address, and we’ll send you a new one.” So I entered my email address and within 30 seconds I get this email:
Apparently you forgot your password? Ok, so here’s your new one, stupid:
EMAIL: —-
PASSWORD: —-Here’s the login page in case you forgot that too:
http://buy.louisck.net/account/signinLouis
And the password includes an insult in it. I love that man! Now go download his material. I particularly like the stuff about twenty-year-olds on the Live at Carnegie Hall special. I was laughing out loud like a moron driving on the expressway this morning. It’s similar to this bit from his show, although even more intense, so you should download it now.
Dogs
Anyone who reads this blogs knows I’m really not a dog person, so I was a bit apprehensive when my SIL came to stay with us and brought her dog, but she was so well-behaved that I actually started thinking maybe I should get a dog. The only thing that still throws me off is the whole picking up the poop thing. But seeing as how I might not ever be able to have a cat, a dog would be the next best thing. I want a small dog like a Maltese or Yorkshire, though.
RIP Mrs. Toad
Mrs. Toad died sometime between May 23rd and 24th. I went to check on her the morning of the 24th and she was buried underneath the moss in her cage and she was cold and stiff. I waited for Joe to get home from work to make sure she really was dead. I was worried that was going to happen because over the past month she had stopped eating. No matter how many meal worms or crickets we’d put in front of her she just had no interest in them. I guess she was sick, but I don’t know. I feel guilty that we didn’t do more for her but I had convinced myself she’d eat again once she got hungry enough. I guess not. We buried her behind our unit and I told Joe if he finds another toad not to bring it home because they aren’t really all that interesting to begin with.
Mice
So if you’ve keeping track we’re down to two pet mice that have decided to live past their life expectancy. I feel like they are doing it on purpose because I told Joe once they’ve died I was thinking of either getting a hamster or fostering some cats/kittens. So they are holding me back!
We also have an uninvited guest – a wild mouse. I first spotted it the day before we went to Wisconsin. I was working from home and saw it run past me three different times. Joe bought some humane traps at the store on the way home from work which we set before we went away for those couple of days but when we got home there was no mouse and the bait in the traps were untouched. We assumed it must have gotten out of the house. Then yesterday I saw it in the laundry room and figured it was getting in from the garage under the drywall where Joe hadn’t finished putting the trim up on the laundry room side. So he did that last night and we thought that would be that. Nope. This morning I saw that damn mouse in my kitchen! So now Joe has purchased different traps and I don’t care if we have to kill the thing – I just want it out of my house. When we were cleaning under the couch a few days ago there was a bunch of mouse poop there which we assumed was left on May 16th when the mouse first showed up, but now I’m starting to wonder if it’s been here all the time, although no more poop has materialized since.